Quotes from Rick Riordan

Percy: We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again. Annabeth: As long as we're together.

Nico leaned over and plucked a grape. Probably that was the guy's entire diet for the day.

I figured something out. You can't hold onto hate forever. It won't do a thing to the person you hate, but it'll poison you, sure enough.

The crew gathered for a hurried meeting on the foredeck – mostly because Percy was keeping an eye on a giant red sea serpent swimming off the port side. 'That thing is really red,' Percy muttered. 'I wonder if it's cherry-flavoured.' 'Why don't you swim over and find out?' Annabeth asked. 'How about no.

George unhinged his jaw and coughed up a little plastic bottle filled with chewable vitamins. You're kidding, I said. Are those Minotaur-shaped? Hermes picked up the bottle and rattled it. The lemon ones, yes. The grape ones are Furies, I think. Or are they hydras? At any rate, these are potent.

Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.

Yeah, okay. But, Nico, you do choose how to live your life. You want to trust somebody? Maybe take a risk that I'm really your friend and I'll accept you. It's better than hiding.

hermes has threatened me with slow mail. lousy Internet service and a horrible stock market if i publish this story. I hope he is just bluffing.

Etiquette tip: If you're looking for the right time to leave a party, when the host yells, No one leaves here alive, that's your cue.

Chiron, I don't think the attic is the proper place for our new Oracle, do you? No, indeed. Chiron looked a lot better now that Apollo had worked some medical magic on him. Rachel may use a guest room in the Big House for now, until we give the matter more thought. I'm thinking a cave in the hills, Apollo mused. With torches and a big purple curtain over the entrance . . . really mysterious. But inside, a totally decked-out pad with a game room and one of those home theater systems.

Nice creepy reptile," Frank said, very aware of the driftwood in his coat pocket. "Nice poisonous, fire-breathing reptile.

You're Bes, I guess? I said. Yes, he said. Your car's a mess, Liz muttered. If one more person rhymes, Emma grumbled, I'll throw up.

But Grover's voice was already growing fainter. 'Sweet dreams. Don't let me die!

The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.

So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing.

It will make you powerful. But it will also make you weak. Your prowess in combat will be beyond any mortal's, but your weaknesses, your failings will increase as well. You mean I'll have a bad heel? I said. Couldn't I just, like, wear something besides sandals? No offense.

He issued orders to us: demigods who come to us for aid are no longer to be tolerated. We are to crush your little mortal faces.' There was an uncomfortable silence. 'That sounds...extreme,' Jason ventured.

Your voice is your identity.

Stop that , I told my brain. Also, the wedding is tomorrow , said my brain. Get out of my head. My brain refused to get out of my head. Inconsiderate brain.

It was one of those and so they died/the end stories, that made us demigods feels all warm and fuzzy inside.-Percy

Love is on every side, Cupid said. And no one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you. Great, Jason said. Now he's spouting greeting card messages.

Who are you? he asked. I'm a shabti, of course! The figurine rubbed his dented head. He still looked quite lumpish, only now he was a living lump. Master calls me Doughboy, though I find the name insulting. You may call me Supreme-Force-Who-Crushes-His-Enemies!

Percy looked at Coach Hedge and Frank. "A trap?" "Probably," Frank said. "She's not mortal," Hedge said, sniffing the air. "Probably some kind of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus." "No doubt," Percy agreed. "Awesome." Hedge grinned. "Let's go.

Percy imagined what that would be like: getting an apartment in this tiny replica of Rome, protected by the legion and Terminus the OCD border god. He imagined holding hands with Annabeth at a cafe. Maybe when they were older, watching their own kid chase seagulls across the forum...