The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #1)

by Rick Riordan

He looked like a cherub who’d turned middle-aged in a trailer park.

“Well, now,” Chiron said. “God—capital G, God. That’s a different matter altogether. We shan’t deal with the metaphysical.”

Grover has been the equivalent of a middle school student for the past six years.” “That’s horrible.” “Quite,”

I thought about being a teacher for three thousand years. It wouldn’t have made my Top Ten Things to Wish For list.

What’s the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they’ve changed their habits in the last few millennia?”

it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree.

number two, is Hera’s,” he said. “That’s another honorary thing. She’s the goddess of marriage, so of course she wouldn’t go around having affairs with mortals. That’s her husband’s job.

What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should’ve been named ADHD poster child of the year.

The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades’s underwear?

Better the Coast Guard wonder why one of us was barefoot than wonder why one of us had hooves.

“Brave to the point of indigestion.

Chiron rolled himself out of the room. I heard the wheels of his chair clunk carefully down the front steps, two at a time.

I'm sorry, his magic wheelchair did what???