Quotes About Nico

Nico was peculiar. She was extraordinary.

When I started with the Velvets, I wanted to sing Lou's song 'I'm Waiting for the Man,' but he wouldn't let me. I guess he thought I didn't understand its meaning, and he was right.

I can't see giving up real books," she said. "And I love that I can give away my books after I've read them. Think of the first edition of The Magic Mountain I'm giving Nico. It was printed along with the first copy that went to Mann himself. It's got a history.

We need music, Nico said. How's your singing? Um, no. Can't you just, like, tell it to open? You're the son of Hades and all. It's not so easy. We need music. I was pretty sure if I tried to sing, all I would cause was an avalanche.

I had a crush on Percy, Nico spat. That's the truth. That's the big secret.

She whirled when the monster was almost on top of her. I thought the thing in her hands was an umbrella until she cranked the pump and the shotgun blast blew the giant twenty feet backwards, right into Nico's sword. Nice one, Paul said. When did you learn to fire a shotgun? I demanded. My mom blew the hair out of her face. About two seconds ago. Percy, we'll be fine. Go!

Stupid rock gods!" Leo yelled from the helm. "That's the third time I've had to replace that mast! You think they grow on trees?" Nico frowned. "Masts are from trees." "That's not the point!

And, whoa! He turned to Mr.D. Your the wine dude? No way! Mr.D turned hi eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. The wine dude? Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine! My figurine. In my game, Mythomagic. And holofoil card, too! And even though you've only got like five hundred attack points and everybody thinks your the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet! Ah. Mr.D seemed truly perplexed, which probably saved my life. Well, that's...gratifying.

I held out a lead figurine of Hades—the little Mythomagic statue Nico had abandoned when he fled camp last winter. Nico hesitated. I don't play that game anymore. It's for kids. It's got four thousand attack power, I coaxed. Five thousand, Nico corrected. But only if your opponent attacks first. I smiled. Maybe it's okay to still be a kid once in a while.

Then there was Nico di Angelo. Dang, that kid gave Leo the freaky-deakies. He sat back in his leather aviator jacket, his black T-shirt and jeans, that wicked silver skull ring on his finger, and the Stygian sword at his side. His tufts of black hair struck up in curls like baby bat wings. His eyes were sad and kind of empty, as if he'd stared into the depths of Tartarus—which he had.

I am Persephone she said, her voice thin and papery. Welcome, demigods. Nico squashed a pomegranate under his boot. Welcome? After last time, you've got the nerve to welcome me? I shifted uneasily, because talking that way to a god can get you blasted into dust bunnies. Um, Nico- It's all right, Persephone said coldly. We had a little family spat. Family spat? Nico cried. You turned me into a dandelion!

Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo--as pale and gaunt as he looked--might be more than he could handle.

No, Frank said. I'm only a centurion. Jason cursed in Latin. He means he can't control a whole legion. He's not of high enough rank. Nico swung back his black sword at another gryphon. Well, then, promote him!

Dalmatia," Nico said, making Jason jump. Holy Romulus . . . Jason wished he could put a bell around Nico di Angelo's neck to remind him the guy was there. Nico had this disturbing habit of standing silently in the corner, blending into the shadows.

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

The name says it all. That's where Dad (Hades) tries out his new punishment ideas, but he says the traditional ones still work best: the lava flows, the minefields full of exploding surprises, burning at the stake, running naked through cactus patches... You name it, we've got it here - Nico di Angelo

The word Styx got her [Mrs. O'Leary, the hellhound] excited. She probably thought I meant sticks. She jumped a few times, chased her tail just to teach it who was boss , and then calmed down enough for me to push Nico onto her back.

Please!' That word didn't make sense to Nico. The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice. 'You're already dead,' Nico said. 'You're a ghost with no tongue, no memory. You won't be sharing any secrets.

Getting some redecorating ideas?' Nico asked. 'Maybe you could do your dining room in mediaeval monk skulls.' Hades arched an eyebrow. 'I can never tell when you're joking.

She'd felt more pain from Nico in their brief connection than she had from her entire legion during the battle against the giant Polybotes.

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.

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?

Child of Hades, what more could I do to you? You are perfect! So much sorrow and pain!' Nico gasped. His eyes flew open.

He's a restless soul, always looking for another chance to drive,' Nico said. 'The last few years, he's been my driver whenever I need one.' 'You have a zombie chauffeur,' Leila said.