THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD!!!!
He looked like those paintings of baby angels - what do you call them, hubbubs? No cherubs. That's it. He looked like a cherub who'd turned middle-aged in a trailer park.
I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.
She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.
everybody-even monsters-needed a little attention once in a while.
I wondered if Grover could still read my emotions, mixed up as they were.
All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorms room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my Essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going t...
The dead aren't scary. They are just sad.
My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.
Where his eyes should’ve been, there was only fire, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions.
They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.
Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.
Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.
I have brought you a hero’s fate, and a hero’s fate is never happy. It is never anything but tragic.
why can't you place a blessing like that on us," I asked. "It only works on wild animals," "So it would only affect Percy," Annabeth reasoned.
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 ...
I don’t belong here,” I said. “I don’t even believe in gods.” “Yeah,” he said. “That’s how we all started. Once you start believing in them? It doesn’t get any easier.
Even from far away, I could see people being chased by hellhounds, burned at the stake, forced to run naked through cactus patches or listen to opera music.
