The Son of Neptune (The Heroes of Olympus, #2)

by Rick Riordan

Comfy Panda Pillow Pet (as seen on TV),

oh bbbbbbbabbbbyyyyyyyyyyy

Also, he was reluctant to share his one clear memory: Annabeth’s face, her blond hair and gray eyes, the way she laughed, threw her arms around him, and gave him a kiss whenever he did something stupid. She must have kissed me a lot, Percy thought.

KILL ME

He feared that if he spoke about that memory to anyone, it would evaporate like a dream. He couldn’t risk that.

VOHMUTINGGGGG

Percy frowned. “You have a feast for tuna?”

I LOVE HIMMMMMM

“It doesn’t look like that,” Percy muttered. “What?” Hazel asked. “The master bolt,” Percy said. “What are you talking about?” “I—” Percy frowned. For a second, he’d thought he remembered something. Now it was gone. “Nothing, I guess.”

honeyyy :(

“Pleased to meet you,” he said. “I’m Nico di Angelo.”

GIRLBOSS GASLIGHT GATEKEEP

“Yeah,” Percy said. “He slaughtered my panda.”

rip panda :(

Percy made a sour face. “Perfected it? Like there was something wrong with it?”

HE IS SO ME

Percy fingered the clay beads around his neck. “Only glimpses. Murky stuff. A girlfriend…I thought she’d be at camp.” He looked at Frank carefully, as if making a decision. “Her name was Annabeth. You don’t know her, do you?”

he is so real