Quotes from Rick Riordan

Surfing?" he asked. She laughed, and the sound sent a shock wave through the water. The wailing faded to background noise. Annabeth wondered if anyone had ever laughed in Tartarus before—just a pure, simple laugh of pleasure. She doubted it.

I think we can all agree that this deaf elf sure plays a mean pinball.

It struck me just how young he was—no more than seventeen. Older than my mortal form, yes, but not by much. This young man had lost his mother. He had survived the harsh training of Lupa the wolf goddess. He'd grown up with the discipline of the Twelfth Legion at Camp Jupiter. He'd fought Titans and giants. He'd helped save the world at least twice. But by mortal standards, he was barely an adult. He wasn't old enough to vote or drink.

Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. Shd kissed me. Br careful Seaweed Brain. she put her cap back on and vanished. I probably would have sst there fir the rest of the day, staring at the lava and trying to remember what my name was.

Oh, my dear! I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else! My name is Rhea Silvia. I was the mother to Romulus and Remus, thousands of years ago. But you're so kind to think I look as young as the 1950s.

He was proud of his hometown goddess, even if he hadn't found his one true pairing (OTP) yet.

I was flying right toward him (the pig) at the speed of demigod-smashing.

On my life, Magnus, I swear this is the truth: your father is a Norse god. Now, hurry. We're in a twenty- minute parking spot.

Jason hated being old.

I will never understand these bethroted teenagers nowadays.

Each person's grief has its own life span; it needs to follow its own path.

You couldn't swing a battleaxe in the Nine Worlds without hitting some kind of wolf: Fenris Wolf, Odin's wolves, Loki's wolves, werewolves, big bad wolfs and independently contracted small business wolves that would kill anybody for the right price.

Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. Yes, yes, so the little brat didn't get himself killed and now he'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday....

Amy gritted her teeth. King Louis XVI even put Franklin's picture on a chamber pot! Jonah looked at his dad. Do we have souvenir chamber pots? No. His dad whipped out his phone. I'll make the call.

He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

When in doubt, start from the top. -Jason Grace

My dear children! Nellie whopped him upside the head with her backpack. Ow! Uncle Alistair curled over, cupping his hand over his good eye. Nellie! Amy said. Sorry, Nellie muttered. I thought he was one of the bad guys.

Normally my sister, Sadie, or some of our other initiates from Brooklyn House would've come with me. But they were all at the First Nome, in Egypt, for a weeklong training session on controlling cheese demons(yes, they're a real thing; believe me, you don't want to know)

You see that massive giantess blocking the river?" "Technically speaking," Jack said, "I can't see anything, because I don't have eyes. But yes, I see the giant.

Yes, Horus said. I remember this place. It's El Paso, I told him. Unless you went out for Mexican Food, you've never been here.

I looked back, but Bast and Sadie seemed fine. They were still staring at the water as if it were some amazing Internet video.

We stepped back and looked at the king of the gods, slumped in his chair snoring, and cradling his crook like a teddy bear. I placed the war flail across his lap, hoping it might make a difference—maybe complete his powers or something. No such luck. Sick weasels, Ra muttered. Behold, Sadie said bitterly. the glorious Ra.

I thought about all the things I was suddenly able to do—like fight with a sword and summon a magical shell of armor. Those were not things I covered in home school.

I heard Amos yell, "For Brooklyn!" It was an odd battle cry.