But magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool, like a knife. Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil.

“There’s my baby!” I cried, quite carried away. “There’s my Poochiekins!” Ammit ran at me and leaped into my arms, nuzzling me with his rough snout. “My lord Osiris!” Disturber lost the bottom of his scroll again, which unraveled around his legs. “This is an outrage!” “Sadie,” Dad said firmly, “please do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins.”

Selling one's book to Hollywood is rather like selling someone your house. After it's sold, it isn't yours anymore. They can paint it a different color, tear it down and build something new, or do anything they want.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

They're Lares. House gods." "House gods," Percy said. "Like...smaller than real gods, but larger than apartment gods?

[Carter just asked when I became a ram whisperer. Do shut up, Carter]

Jason always tried to build a good relationship with his team. He'd learned the hard way that if somebody was going to have your back in a fight, it was better if you found some common ground and trusted each other. But Nico wasn't easy to figure out.