It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.
Rick RiordanCoach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. “How come I never get invited on these violent trips?
Rick RiordanThen there was Nico di Angelo. Dang, that kid gave Leo the freaky-deakies. He sat back in his leather aviator jacket, his black T-shirt and jeans, that wicked silver skull ring on his finger, and the Stygian sword at his side. His tufts of black hair struck up in curls like baby bat wings. His eyes were sad and kind of empty, as if he’d stared into the depths of Tartarus—which he had.
Rick Riordan