Am I a troubled kid? Yeah, you could say that.

You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like... like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword.

Narcissus turned and scowled at Leo. “Who are you?” “I’m the Super-sized McShizzle, man!” Leo said. “I’m Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy.

You're a stalker with hooves." "I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.

Then there were the shabti, magical figurines that were supposed to come to life when summoned. A few months ago, I’d fallen for a girl named Zia Rashid, who’d turned out to be a shabti. Falling in love for the first time had been hard enough. But when the girl you like turns out to be ceramic and cracks to pieces before your eyes—well, it gives “breaking your heart” a new meaning.

Charlie …" Silena’s eyes were a million miles away. "See Charlie.

But she wondered why beautiful things had to be wrapped up with evil history. Or was it the other way around? Maybe the evil history made it necessary to build beautiful things, to mask the darker aspects.