Quotes from Rick Riordan

Annabeth frowned. That doesn't make sense. But why were you visiting -- Her eyes widened. Hermes said you bear the curse of Achilles. Hestia said the same thing. Did you . . . did you bathe in the River Styx? Don't change the subject. Percy! Did you or not? Um . . .maybe a little.

Number eight, the silver one, belongs to Artemis. She vowed to be a maiden forever. So of course, no kids. The cabin is, you know, honorary. If she didn't have one, she'd be mad.

Please excuse Jason from eternal damnation. He has had amnesia.

Just tell me, Percy, do you still have the birthday gift I gave you last summer? I nodded and pulled out my camp necklace. It had a bead for every summer I'd been at Camp Half-Blood, but since last year I'd also kept a sand dollar on the cord. My father had given it to me for my fifteenth birthday. He'd told me I would know when to spend it, but so far I hadn't figured out what he meant. All I knew that it didn't fit the vending machines in the school cafeteria.

Husband, we talked about this, Persephone chided. You can't go around incinerating every hero. Besides, he's brave. I like that. Hades rolled his eyes. You liked that Orpheus fellow too. Look how well that turned out.

I know you'll do what's best for Annabeth. How can you be sure? Because she'd do the same for you.

I can't get through the year without getting kicked out or blowing something up.

Will they cower?' Kym asked. 'Tons of cowering! Plus your name in the summer programme. A custom-designed banner. A cabin at Camp Half-Blood. Two shrines. I'll even throw in a Kymopoleia action figure.' 'No!' Polybotes wailed. 'Not merchandising rights!

Grover wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff's So Yesterday, both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes.

I thought maybe he was seeing another tree. - Juniper

When I got across, I looked back and saw Tyson giving Grover a piggyback ride (or was it a goatyback ride?).

We should go straight west. The prophecy said west. Oh, like your tracking skills are better? Thalia growled. Zoe stepped toward her. You challenge my skills, you scullion? You know nothing of being a Hunter! Oh, scullion . You're calling me a scullion? What the heck is a scullion?

Leo's voice boomed over the loudspeaker: 'SURRENDER! YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY ONE SPANKING HOT WAR MACHINE!' The giant Enceladus howled in outrage. 'Valdez!' 'WHAT'S UP, ENCHILADAS?' Leo's voice roared back. 'NICE DAGGER IN YOUR FOREHEAD.' 'GAH!' The giant pulled Katoptris out of his head. 'Monsters: destroy that ship!

Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat.

You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you chicken man?

But who are you? Percy— I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. Gotta go! What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?

Frank stared at her. But you throw Ding Dongs at monsters. Iris looked horrified. Oh, they're not Ding Dongs. She rummaged under the counter and brought out a package of chocolate covered cakes that looked exactly like Ding Dongs. These are gluten-free, no-sugar-added, vitamin-enriched, soy-free, goat-milk-and-seaweed-based cupcake simulations. All natural! Fleecy chimed in. I stand corrected. Frank suddenly felt as queasy as Percy.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

It's my birthday, Horus insisted. Wish me happy birthday! "Happy birthday!" I yelled. "Now shut up!

Our desires reveal us. They show us for who we really are.

Did someone just call me the wine dude ?" he asked in a lazy drawl. "It's Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus. Or, sometimes, Oh-My-Gods-Please-Don't-Kill-Me, Lord Bacchus.

No,' Nico said. 'Getting a second life is one thing. Making it a better life, that's the trick.' As soon as he said it, Nico realized he could've been talking about himself. He decided not to bring that up.

Yep, that pretty much describes my life: because Poseidon.

Hearthstone Passes Out Even More than Jason Grace (Though I Have No Idea Who That Is)