Maybe—just maybe—Sadie had my best interests at heart. (I just caught her making faces at me, so maybe not.)
Rick RiordanBut 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.
Rick RiordanEven little Herley, who couldn't have been more than eight, looked like he could go six rounds with Chuck Norris without breaking a sweat.
Rick RiordanI had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were on the verge of death-plankton maybe." -Percy Jackson
Rick RiordanYou wrote this right?” he said. “It tells how to defeat Set.” Thoth unfolded the papyrus pages. “Oh, dear. I hate reading my old work. Look at this sentence. I’d never write it that way now.” He patted his lab coat pockets. “Red pen—does anyone have one?” Isis chafed against my willpower, insisting that we blast some sense into Thoth. One fireball, she pleaded. Just one enormous magical fireball? I couldn’t say I was tempted, but I kept her under control. “Since when does drool make you powerful?
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