Quotes About Rick Riordan

Apollo?" I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred." A god named Fred?

Your uncle, Poseidon sighed, has always had a flair for dramatic exits. I think he would've done well as the god of theater.

To my wonderful readers. Sorry about that apology for that last cliffhanger. I'll try to avoid cliffhangers in this book. Well, except for maybe a few small ones... because I love you guys.

He [Death] pulled a pure-black iPad from thin air. Death tapped the screen a few times and all Frank could think was: Please don't let there be an app for reading souls

Great, I thought. We just blowtorched a national monument.

Catch that last episode of Doctor Who? Oh, right. You were trudging through the Pit of Eternal Damnation!

Leo: I'm almost out of gas! Woah, that came out wrong. I meant the burning kind!

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

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.

I will call him Small Bob, said Bob. He is a good monster. End of discussion.The Titan hefted his spear and they continued marching into the gloom.

What's Cabin Nine? Leo asked. And I'm not a Vulcan! Come on, Mr. Spock, I'll explain everything.

Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!

A telkhine was hunched over a console, but he was so involved with his work, he didn't notice us. He was about five feet tall, with slick black seal fur and stubby little feet. He had the head of a Doberman, but his clawed hands were almost human. He growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com.

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

Percy, Grover said, the gods really don't appreciate people sitting in their thrones. I mean like turn-you-into-a-pile-of-ashes don't appreciate it.

I past another telkhine, who was so startled he dropped his Lil' Demons lunch box. I left him alive - partly because he had a cool lunch box...

Unless you stop him. Perhaps next we meet. You'll be just as annoying? I guessed. He fixed my with those warm brown eyes. Or perhaps you could bring me up to speed on those modern courtship rituals. I sat there stunned until he gave me a glimpse of a smile-just enough to let me know he was teasing. Then he disappeared. Oh, very funny! I yelled.

There! Apollo pointed. Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.

If there were ever any half-bloods who needed to worry about that, it was Thalia and me. I wondered if maybe I should've sent Poseidon that seashell pattern tie for Father's Day after all. --Percy Jackson

Anubis frowned. He locked his very nice eyes with mine. "You're not dead." "No," I said. "Though we're trying awfully hard.

Sadie, I can't intervene. He turned up his palms in frustration. I told you when we first met, this isn't an actual physical body. Shame, I mumbled. What? Nothing. Go on.

I believe you, Sadie. Oh really. I'm holding the bloody feather of truth, and you believe me. Well, thanks.

It was an annoying name to have. People tended to spell in Mangus, rhymes with Angus. I always corrected them: No, it's Magnus, rhymes with swagness. At which point they would stare at me blankly.

Hazel blinked. "Two gods had a horse for a kid?" "Long story.