What was I thinking? Chiron cried. I can't let you get away without this.He pulled a pen from his coat pocket. It was an ordinary disposable ballpoint, black ink, removable cap. Probably thirty cents...
Percy stormed over to the magical cooler. No one tried to stop him. He knocked open the lid and rummaged throught the ice. There had to be one. Please. He was rewarded with s silver-and-red can of sod...
Percy yelled. What's going- Gah! Shrimpzilla!
That was so completely unfair that I told Tantalus to go chase a donut, which didn't help his mood.
We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later.
Why does it have to be so hard? Why can't it be a happily-ever-after ride-into-the-sunset feeling all the time?
Never seen Jason fly before, Percy grumbled. He looks like a blond Superman
If it weren't for dreams, he said. I wouldn't know half the things I know about the future. They're better than Olympus tabloids. He cleared his throat then held up his hands dramatically: Dreams like...
I'm gonna be percy Jackson when I grow up, she told Hazel solemnly.Hazel Smiled and ruffled her hair. That's a good thing to be, Julia.Although, Frank said. Frank Zhang would be good too.
Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works.I am praying. I'm talking to you, right?Oh...yes. Good point. Amphitrite - incoming!
I hate it when people let me down, when things are temporary. I think that's why I want to be an architect.To build something permanent, I said. A monument to last a thousand years.
We've got it [Percy's Head Boy badge], Fred whispered to Harry. We're improving it. The badge now read .
Do yourself a favor,' I said. Forget it. Forget you ever saw me.Forget that you tried to kill me too?Yeah. That, too.But who are you?Percy- I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. Gotta go...
But it's your Oracle, I protested. Can't you tell us what the prophecy means?Apollo sighed. You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpos...
I do not think I have ever seen a nastier-looking man... Under the black hat, when I had first seen them, the eyes had been those of an unsuccessful rapist. [on Brit poet Percy Wyndham Lewis]
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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