The Chalice of the Gods (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #6)

by Rick Riordan

The Three Musketeers!” “The Powerpuff Girls,” Annabeth suggested. “Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey,” I said. “Wait a minute,” Grover said. “I’m fine with this,” Annabeth said.

Maybe they just enjoyed doing it, the way cats like knocking things off tables.

“Then why,” she asked, “are you wasting my infinite time?”

(I’d also like to point out that when I typed chorus just now, it initially autocorrected to curse, which seems right.)

“How old are you?” Annabeth asked. “Eight just last week.”

I loved making her smile when she was trying not to. It always felt like a victory.

Find someone who loves you the way my girlfriend pushes me off a cliff. Without hesitation.

I also didn’t want to die, but at least if I got killed down here, Annabeth would feel really bad about pushing me. Then I could tease her about it forever. Except I’d be dead. Never mind.

This concludes my TED Talk on the importance of reading.

I imagined Annabeth with silver hair and wrinkles, chuckling as she called me Seaweed Brain for the four millionth time in our lives. I

And what if i cry

Athena: I can’t believe my daughter is still dating you. Me: Love is a mystery. Please don’t kill me? Athena: . . . . . . Me: . . . . . .

“Thanks for your help. I’ll arrange that meet and greet with Annabeth.” “Awesome! It must be such a thrill to work for her.”