Curse us eh/I'll make you pay!/I don't want to rhyme all day!
You are a half-blood, Zoe Nightshade said. Her accent was hard to place. It sounded old-fashioned, like she was reading from a really old book. One of thy parents was mortal. The other was an Olympian...
(a.) Alt. of Olympic
We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later.
Get closer, I told Blackjack. I need to talk to the statue. he muttered, but he flew as close as he could, dodging the flying statue.