Rick Riordan is a celebrated author best known for bringing mythology to life for millions of readers worldwide. His imaginative storytelling in series like Percy Jackson has inspired young and adult audiences alike, encouraging a love for reading and learning. Rick's unique blend of adventure, humor, and heart not only entertains but also fosters confidence and courage in his readers. His dedication to education and creativity has made a profound impact on contemporary literature and countless lives across generations.
"Hmph. Yes. Him. He had the nerve to turn down our offer of immortality and tell us to pay better attention to our children. Er, no offense. "Oh, how could I take offense? Please, go on ignoring me."
"Fortunately, we did most of our athletic stuff inside, so we didn't have to jog through Tribeca looking like a bunch of boot-camp hippie children."
"Jeez, Hazel," Percy said, "tell your horse to watch his language."Hazel tried not to laugh. "What did he say?""With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top."Frank looked incredulous. "I thought the horse couldn't fly!"This time Arion whinnied so angrily, even Hazel could guess he was cursing."Dude," Percy told the horse, "I've gotten suspended for saying less than that..."
"The cave floor rumbled. A large stone emerged from the dirt-a smooth, oval rock exactly the same size and weight as a baby god... She wrapped the stone in swaddling clothes and gave the real baby Zeus to the nymphs to take care of... She marched right up to King Cannibal and shouted, "This is the best baby yet! A fine little boy named, uh, Rocky!"
"The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school."
"Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said."That's not what I meant."
"Nico was devastatingly alone. He'd lost his big sister Bianca. He'd pushed away all other demigods who'd tried to get close to him. His experiences at Camp Half-Blood, in the Labyrinth and in Tartarus had left him scarred, afraid to trust anyone."
"I love Norse mythology - Thor and Odin and Loki - amazing characters."
"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."
"If the statue engulfs people in fire, we should send Leo.' 'I love you too, man.' 'You know what I mean. You're immune. Or, heck, give me some of those nice water grenades and I'll go. Ares and I have tangled before."
"Sometimes wisdom came from strange places, even from giant teenaged goldfish."
"A general never shows despair. He instills confidence in his troops. He leads them forward, even into the mouth of death."
"I try very hard to be annoying! Don't insult my ability to annoy!"
"Like the zodiac sign?' Percy asked. 'I'm a Leo.''No, stupid,' Leo said, 'I'm a Leo. You're a Percy."
"You can't plan for feelings. You have to accept that. Let it scare you. Trust that it'll be okay anyway."
"Annabeth realized that if six of them went on these two quests, it would leave Percy alone on the ship with Coach Hedge, which was maybe not a situation a caring girlfriend should put him in. Nor was she eager to let Percy out of her sight again-not after they'd been apart for so many months."
"After the satyrs filed in to dinner, the Hermes cabin brought up the rear. They were always the biggest cabin. Last summer it had been led by Luke, the guy who fought with Thalia and Annabeth on top of Half-Blood Hill. For a while, before Poseidon had claimed me, I'd lodged in the Hermes cabin. Luke had befriended me...and then he'd tried to kill me."
"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD-you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's."
"Oh, yeah?" Leo growled. "Well, maybe you got the smoke, buddy, but I've got the fire."
"Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma." Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. "Ah... yes. John Green." "Jason Grace.""Whatever," the god said."
"Seeing them assembled in Tartarus, Percy felt as hopeless as the spirits in the River Cocytus. So what if he was a hero? So what if he did something brave? Evil was always here, regenerating, bubbling under the surface. Percy was no more than a minor annoyance to these immortal beings. They just had to outwait him. Someday, Percy's sons or daughters might have to face them all over again."
"Frank stared at him. "Unfair? You can breathe underwater and blow up glaciers and summon freaking hurricanes-and it's unfair that I can be an elephant?"Percy considered. "Okay. I guess you got a point. But the next time I say you're totally beast-""Just shut up," Frank said. "Please."Percy cracked a smile."