Quotes About Riordan

Apparently, word of the chicken man incident hadn't spread quite yet.

Behold! Percy shouted. The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!

Vulcan? Leo demanded. I don't even LIKE Star Trek!

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

You Titans are about as bright as my gym socks.

We did all the standard camp numbers: Down By The Aegean, I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa, This Land is Minos's Land.

No, no," Leo said. "Rainbows. Very macho.

Some of the best demigods have gotten their start by blowing up toilets.

Oh, don't mind me! Just the queen of the heavens, dying over here!

You're the last Olympian,' I said. 'And the most important.' And why is that, Percy Jackson?' Because Hope survives best at the hearth,' I said.

Check your spam folder The prophecies might be there No? Well, I'm stumped. Bye

Curse us eh/I'll make you pay!/I don't want to rhyme all day!

People said the towers looked like giant salt and pepper shakers, but I'd always thought they looked like Daleks from Doctor Who.

I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________

Whoa, boy, he told himself. Golden Rule for Demigods: Thou shalt not Hokey Pokey with psychos.

Our problems started in Dallas, when the fire-breathing sheep destroyed the King Tut exhibit.

Thats what happens to Snow in Texas, lady. It freaking MELTS!! Leo Valdez- The Lost Hero

Hope, Frank grumbled. I'd rather have a few good weasels.

More minions!" he shouted. "Come to me!" That couldn't be good. Another round of giant crocs and we'd be dead. Why don't we get minions? I complained to Horus, but he didn't answer.

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

Satyrs aren't dryads, but we have roots, too. Camp Half Blood is mine.

Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.

Meg looked at me with something resembling respect. "What did you do to them?" "Nothing," I said. "Half the trick to being a god is knowing how to bluff.

Actually," he said, "you're not far off. Uncle Leo brought some toys for all you good little demigods.