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Jorge is one fucked up bastard. And he's only fourteen. God, what did I get myself into? 🙈

Sometimes I forget that these characters are only twelve years old. Twelve.

Medusa working at Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium is my favorite part of the book so far 😂

I think everyone who has read Percy Jackson has secretly imagined himself to be a demigod. I'm a sucker for Apollo, so I'd definitely be his daughter and a member of cabin 7.

Who's your godly parent? Honest answers only!

Ugh, I totally forgot how annoying Clarisse was in the beginning.

Glancing back, I got my first clear look at the monster. He was seven feet tall, easy, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine - bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other 'ceps, all stuffed like baseballs under vein-webbed skin.

I love Rick's writing.

Gabe Ugliano.

I see what you did there, Uncle Rick 😂

The memories come, and come. Thetis listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

Oh God. This book is killing me 😭

Oh, Laila. Why didn't you go with him? You could have been happy 😭

Just thinking about the millions of poor women out there who are born into lives of oppression makes me want to punch a wall. No one should have the power to control anyone else like that.

"Her name is Andromache, and she is the only daughter of King Eetion of Cilicia. Hector is said to love her above all things."

I think Hector plays a very important role in this book. He's the example that not everything is about fame and wealth. I think he and Patroclus would have actually gotten along quite well if they had the chance.

God, I love those two 😭

His eyes, green as spring leaves, met mine. "Patroclus. I have given enough to them. I will not give them this." After that, there was nothing more to say.

His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A certainty rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

I haven't even reached the really sad part yet, but I'm already crying.

At least once a dinner he would turn and catch me before I could feign indifference. Those seconds, half-seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

Oh, Patroclus. You were doomed from the start.

Ohhhh. This is going to be one of Charles‘s most interesting books so far.

Mom: Why are you grinning at your Kindle like that?

Me: The prime suspect's name is de Cock.

So far, I‘m enjoying this a lot more than the first book!

I want this book to have at least 200 more pages 😭

Ohmygooood. Why didn‘t I read this sooner?