Erika’s Profile

“Do you think they're still there?'
'Where?'
'Greece. Egypt. The islands. Those places. Do you think if you walked where those people walked you'd see the gods?'
'Maybe. But I don't think people'd know that was what they'd seen.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”
“No, he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”
She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”
“Okay, fine.”
She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.
She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”
Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“So when Fyrdraacas turn fourteen and celebrate their Catorcena, and are then adults in the eyes of the Warlord, off we go to Benica Barracks to learn to march, to learn to ride, to learn to shoot, to learn to die. But I do not want to go to the Barracks and learn to be a killer, a servant, a slave.”
― Ysabeau S. Wilce, Flora Segunda

“You know that if ever the Fyrdraaca family is in true trouble, Barbizon is supposed to come to life and to our rescue, just as she did for Azucar.'
'Ayah, Poppy, I've heard the story.'
'Well, I often consider that I've sat here many times, and often felt in true trouble, and yet Barbizon has never leaped to my aid. So you know what that makes me think?'
'That it's just a story?'
'No, no. That my trouble is never true trouble. And things, though I think them bad, are not really so.”
― Ysabeau S. Wilce, Flora Segunda