But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dream... - Rick Riordan, The Sea of Monsters
"But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!"
"But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!"
"Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls - bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too."
"[My mom's] funny that way, celebrating special occasions with blue food. I think it's her way of saying anything is possible. Percy can pass seventh grade. Waffles can be blue. Little miracles like that."
"Tantalus made a wild grab, but the marshmallow committed suicide, diving into the flames."
"Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we're related for better or for worse...and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum."
"Does truth have a moral?"