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Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you’re a normal kid, reading this because you think it’s fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
Grover didn’t say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, ‘Can I have your apple?’
Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends
Why are the friends given just the description "ugly"?
Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano, who was nice the first thirty seconds we knew him, then showed his true colours as a world-class jerk. When I was young, I nicknamed him Smelly Gabe. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. The guy reeked like mouldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts.
Gabe had put on weight. He looked like a tuskless walrus in thrift-store clothes. He had about three hairs on his head, all combed over his bald scalp, as if that made him handsome or something.
Body Shaming?
She glanced at the Minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a Minotaur! or Wow, you’re so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, ‘You drool when you sleep.’
But the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing.
Ugly Number Two and Ugly Number Three came at me.
Seriously, why is it always "ugly" and "pretty" to describe people?
Also, isn't this like Gryffindor vs Slytherin?
‘Poseidon,’ said Chiron. ‘Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.’
Just your typical summer-camp send-off by your typical centaur.
‘The God of Wild Places disappeared two thousand years ago,’ he told me. ‘A sailor off the coast of Ephesos heard a mysterious voice crying out from the shore, “Tell them that the great god Pan has died!” When humans heard the news, they believed it. They’ve been pillaging Pan’s kingdom ever since.
It’s the only thing that keeps us from despair when we look at what humans have done to the world.
‘It allows him to become darkness,’ Grover confirmed. ‘He can melt into shadow or pass through walls. He can’t be touched, or seen, or heard. And he can radiate fear so intense it can drive you insane or stop your heart. Why do you think all rational creatures fear the dark?’
I’d love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!
She’d also called me brave… unless she was talking to the catfish.
‘So if the gods fight,’ I said, ‘will things line up the way they did with the Trojan War? Will it be Athena versus Poseidon?’ She put her head against the backpack Ares had given us, and closed her eyes. ‘I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll fight next to you.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?’
Awww :)
‘Why can’t you place a blessing like that on us?’ I asked. ‘It only works on wild animals.’ ‘So it would only affect Percy,’ Annabeth reasoned.
I love Annabeth!
I’d always imagined Cerberus as a big black mastiff. But he was obviously a purebred Rottweiler, except of course that he was twice the size of a woolly mammoth, mostly invisible, and had three heads.
I guess the dead didn’t have to worry about little hazards like being speared by stalactites the size of booster rockets.
But I thought of how few people there were in Elysium, how tiny it was compared to Asphodel or even Punishment. So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing.
I wanted to say, Well, these guys don’t look like peace activists. But I thought that might be a dangerous answer.
It’s funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.
