The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4)

by Rick Riordan

“Hey, you’re out early!” She laughed, grabbing my shoulders to keep me from tumbling into the street. “Watch where you’re going, Seaweed Brain.” For a split second she was in a good mood and everything was fine. She was wearing jeans and an orange camp T-shirt and her clay bead necklace. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her gray eyes sparkled. She looked like she was ready to catch a movie, have a cool afternoon hanging out together. Then Rachel Elizabeth Dare, still covered in monster dust, came charging out of the alley, yelling, “Percy, wait up!” Annabeth’s smile melted.

this scene is actually so cute

I stared at her as if she’d just said I need to eat a large, smelly boot.

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“Not at all, Master Chiron.” “No need to call me ‘Master,’” Chiron said, though he sounded sort of pleased.

it's giving that one scene from harry potter "no need to call me sir professor"

“Yay!” he said. “Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!”

“Nice.” I grinned at Annabeth. “Your armor is crooked” was her only comment, and she redid my straps for me.

“Percy!” Tyson said. “You are okay?” “We’re fine,” I said. “We fell in a hole.” The others looked at me skeptically, then at Annabeth.

Hey, your life’s in mortal danger. Sleep tight!

Juniper’s face turned green. “I didn’t know it was important. Just a cave. I don’t like yucky old caves.” “She has good taste,” Grover said. “I wouldn’t have paid any attention except…well, it was Luke.” She blushed a little greener. Grover huffed. “Forget what I said about good taste.”

i definitely missed this the other like 5 times i read this book

She turned to me. “Will you come?” I didn’t even hesitate. “I’m in.” She smiled for the first time in days, and that made it all worthwhile.

Then she did something that really surprised me. She blinked back tears and put out her arms. I stepped forward and hugged her. Butterflies started turning my stomach into a mosh pit. “Hey, it’s…it’s okay.” I patted her back.

I stepped away from Annabeth. “We were just looking at maps,” I said stupidly.

Oh, my dad is the all-powerful evil Titan lord who wants to destroy Western Civilization. I want to be just like him when I grow up!

“A milkman,” Annabeth said. “What?” I asked. “They used to deliver milk.” “Yeah, I know what they are, but…that was when my mom was little, like a million years ago. What’s he doing here?”

“I’m Janus,” both faces said in harmony. “God of Doorways. Beginnings. Endings. Choices.”

The Hundred-Handed Ones have fifty different faces.” “Must make it hard to get a yearbook picture,” I said.

“A gun,” I told him, showing him my finger gun. It was a trick Paul Blofis had pulled on me, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “A gun beats anything.”

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“I cannot, demigod. I do not have a finger gun to win this game.”

“Maybe that’s why monsters fade,” I said. “Maybe it’s not about what the mortals believe. Maybe it’s because you give up on yourself.”

woah percy being deep for once

“You’re doing great. Besides, we never know what we’re doing. It always works out. Remember Circe’s island?” She snorted. “You made a cute guinea pig.”

“Red cattle,” Annabeth said. “The cattle of the sun.” “What?” I asked. “They’re sacred to Apollo.” “Holy cows?”

He was a huge guy with stark white hair, a straw cowboy hat, and a braided white beard—kind of like Father Time, if Father Time went redneck and got totally jacked.

One big stallion looked at me and whinnied, columns of red flame billowing out his nostrils. I wondered if it hurt his sinuses.

She was scared of tiny spiders, but not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.