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Rick Riordan
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February 24 - March 4, 2016
My nightmare started like this.
Besides, my mom had made me promise not to use deadly weapons in the apartment after I’d swung a javelin the wrong way and taken out her china cabinet.
Only one more day to go. Surely even I couldn’t mess that up. As usual, I didn’t have a clue how wrong I was.
I think it’s her way of saying anything is possible.
I wouldn’t be seeing home for a long, long time.
How could I promise a kid like him that anything would be fine?
I’d never admit it to her, but she was smarter than me, even if she was annoying sometimes.
I wanted to tell him he was taking the dodgeball game way too seriously,
Annabeth punched him in the nose and knocked him flat. “And you,” she told him, “lay off my friend.”
I’d missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.
You are pretty.”
Tyson seemed fascinated by Annabeth’s blond hair. He tried to touch it, but she smacked his hand away.
Mythologically speaking, if there’s anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it’s bulls.
I knew with horrible certainty that my friend had just been turned into a column of ashes.
“BAD COW!”
Thalia’s tree was dying. Someone had poisoned it.
Somebody had messed with my favorite place in the world,
He looked…fractured. Angry and frustrated and hungry all at the same time.
He was too innocent to understand how much they were making fun of him, how cruel people were. But I got it.
I admit—I was angry at my dad. I felt like being his son was now a joke.
People always compared me to Luke.
AHHH. Like, I love foils just as a literary concept, but this is one of my favorite actual examples. I don't know, just something about having the characters point out the similarities in-universe, along with the way the series' final prophecy plays out, just gets to me.
“It is okay. I will be a good monster. Then you will not have to be mad.”
felt like I was dying slowly, right along with Thalia’s tree.
For some reason sugar and caffeine always calmed down my hyperactive brain.
Does truth have a moral?”
“Young people don’t always do what they’re told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment.
“Perhaps because I hope that you can save many people on this quest, Percy.
Luke can’t be saved.
you can’t give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it.
May the gods go with you.”
whenever Annabeth talked about the time she’d spent with them, I kind of felt…I don’t know. Uncomfortable? No. That’s not the word. The word was jealous.
The last thing I remembered was sinking in a burning sea, knowing that Tyson was gone forever, and wishing I were able to drown.
But every time heroes learn the future, they try to change it, and it never works.”
The first step is admitting that you’re not happy the way you are.”
I’d finally found something I was really good at.
“They say the Sirens sing the truth about what you desire. They tell you things about yourself you didn’t even realize.
Once, I lost my grip and I found myself dangling by one hand from a ledge fifty feet above the rocky surf.

