Quotes from Rick Riordan

Annabeth, thank goodness, would be staying in New York. She'd gotten permission from her parents to attend a boarding school in the city so she could be close to Olympus and oversee the rebuilding efforts. And close to me? I asked. Well, someone's got a big sense of his own importance. But she laced her fingers through mine. I remembered what she'd told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought—just maybe—we were off to a good start.

Annabeth shook her head. All these years sneaking around, and we could've just been ourselves? You should always do that. Alex strolled alongside, back in human form, though he still had a few flamingo feathers stuck in his hair. And you have to flaunt the weird, my friends. I'm going to quote you on that, Percy said. You'd better.

He remembered Apollo, smiling and tanned and completely cool in his shades. Thalia had said, He's hot. He's the sun god, Percy replied. That's not what I meant. Why was Nico thinking about that now? The random memory irritated him, made him feel jittery.

He was dressed just like on TV, with lots of silver chains and bracelets, ripped jeans, and a black muscle shirt (Which was kind of stupid, since he didn't have any muscles).

I will not have them punished, Artemis said. I will have them rewarded. If we destroy heroes who do us a great favor, then we are no better than the Titans. If this is Olympian justice, I will have none of it. Calm down, sis, Apollo said. Jeez, you need to lighten up. Don't call me sis ! I will reward them.

With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A business man with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened as he saw me. I must've looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other. "How's it going?" I said. "I'll take the stairs." He hurried off.

As Hazel marched down the hill, she cursed in Latin. Percy didn't understand all of it, but he got son of a gorgon , power-hungry snake , and a few choice suggestions about where Octavian could stick his knife.

Hermes played a little Mozart and some One Direction, and Apollo cried, 'I must have it! The girls will go wild for that!

He was also the god of (take a deep breath) commerce, languages, thievery, cheeseburgers, trickery, eloquent speaking, feasts, cheeseburgers, hospitality, guard dogs, birds of omen, gymnastics, athletic competitions, cheeseburgers, cheeseburgers and telling fortunes with dice. Okay, I just tossed in the cheeseburgers to see if you were paying attention. Also, I'm hungry.

That's us, he said. Those five nuts right there. Which one is me? I asked. The little deformed one, Zoe suggested. Oh, shut up.

Frank Zhang! I, Jason Grace, praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, give you my final order: I resign my post and give you emergency field promotion to praetor, with the full powers of that rank. Take command of this legion!

So, I (Percy) said glumly. We're going to get a ride from your brother, huh? Artemis's silver eyes gleamed. Yes, boy. You see, Bianca di Angelo is not the only one with an annoying brother. It's time for you to meet my irresponsible twin, Apollo.

The story of Psyche finally made sense to him- why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Why would she risk breaking the rules to look the god of love in the face, because she feared he might be a monster. Psyche had been right. Cupid was a monster. Love was the most savage monster of all.

Nico's anger turned as cold and dark as his blade. He'd been morphed into a few plants himself, and he didn't appreciate it. He hated people like Bryce Lawrence, who inflicted pain just for fun.

Many of the best traps are simple. You just have to think about it, and hope your victim doesn't.

Don't worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.

My dad gave me a present once,' Nico said. 'It was a zombie.' Reyna stared at him. 'What?' 'His name is Jules-Albert. He's French.' 'A... French zombie?

Just for you non-sea-god types out there, don't go swimming in New York Harbor. It may not be as filthy as it was in my mom's day, but that water will still probably make you grow a third eye or have mutant children when you grow up.

Also … the plan sounded exactly like the sneaky, twisted, ridiculously annoying and noble sort of thing Leo Valdez would do.

Bob … the Titan … he only helped us in Tartarus because you were kind to him. You told him we were worth saving. That's the only reason we're alive.' She said we so easily, as if she and Percy were interchangeable, inseparable.

You're probably thinking: Wait, you just charged in without a plan? But Annabeth and I had been fighting together for years. We knew each other's abilities. We could anticipate each other's moves. I might have felt awkward and nervous about being her boyfriend, but fighting with her? That came naturally. Hmm…that sounded wrong. Oh, well.

That was Hera. Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon.

Defeating one ant had taken all my energy. (I don't think I have ever written a sadder sentence than that.)

All aboard for one last trip.