Rick Riordan Quotes

Nut shrugged. "Set had always been Set, for better or worse. But he is still part of our family. It is difficult to lose any member of your family . . . is it not?

Do you give up?" Shezmu bellowed. "No!" I yelled. "No, we don't give up. We will name you. Just . . . Gosh, you're quite well muscled, arn't you? Do you work out?

Lookin up at the huge baboons, I wondered if Khufu had some sort of secret baboon code that would get us in. But instead he barked at the statues and cowered heroically behind my legs.

I just love family meetings. Very cozy, with the Christmas garlands round the fireplace and a nice pot of tea and a detective from Scotland Yard ready to arrest you.

I seriously needed an extra-strength magic pillow, because my ba refused to stay put. [And no, Sadie, I don't think wrapping my head in duct tape would've worked either.]

Well," I said. "If you need me, I'll be outside, playing with sharp objects.

Thoth's beak! You are impossibley stubborn." "Yeah, it's a gift.

Wha-what?" Her eyes fluttered open. "Nothing," I shouted. "We're being followed by a slaying machine. Go back to sleep.

We ran, plowing through another pile of peppers. [No, I didn't pick a peck of them, Sadie - just shut up.]

Right," Sadie said. "And Set will just stand there calmly while I read him to death.

Right.” Sadie looked dazed. “You’ve got a monkey butler. Why not?

Agh-uhh!” the baboon grunted. He turned and waddled up the stairs. Unfortunately, the Lakers jersey didn’t completely cover his multicolored rear.

Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?” --Sadie to Zia

The House is in the house" Chapter 38

I have strong feelings for you, I just haven't decided if their positive or negitive yet.A

I racked my brain trying to remember the names of all of Nut’s five children. Bit difficult without my brother, the human Wikipedia, around to keep track of such trivia for me.

After my bad experience as a kite, I simply refused to go about as a glowing Sadie-headed chicken. That’s fine for Carter, but I have standards.

The wand ricocheted through the swarm, thumping six, seven, eight of the little monsters before returning to Carter’s hand. “Not bad,” I said. “Keep it up!

Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!

You both should feel honored.” “Right, very honored,” I said. “Always wanted to be possessed!

I thought about all the things I was suddenly able to do—like fight with a sword and summon a magical shell of armor. Those were not things I covered in home school.

I woke to a bucket of ice water in my face. “Sadie! Get up,” Zia said. “God!” I yelled. “Was that necessary?” “No,” admitted Zia.

I grabbed a pair of glowing red legs.

I prayed the monsters would give up. Or that perhaps Philip of Macedonia would climb back to the terrace (do crocodiles climb?) and renew the fight.

How do you have five children in a row, each on a different say?” “They’re gods,” Carter said. “They can do stuff like that.

There’s nothing here,” Carter said. “What do you want?” I asked. “We’ve got wax, some toilet papyrus, an ugly statue.

The first thing we pulled out was a lump of white gunk. “Wax,” Carter pronounced. “Fascinating.

Amos sipped his coffee. The faraway look on his face reminded me of my dad. “I don’t want to scare you.” “Too late.

Right,” I said. “So the baboon, the crocodile…any other pets I should know about?” Amos thought for a moment. “Visible ones? No, I think that’s it.

You put the Set animal in your locker? Do you know how much strength that requires?” “Yeah,” I said. “I was there.

Maybe being home schooled, Carter didn’t realize that “test” is normally a bad thing.

This is Graceland. Home of the most famous musician in the world.” “Michael Jackson lived here?” “No, dummy,” Carter said. “Elvis Presley.

I’ll distract them,” Carter said. “You search. The Trophy room is through there.” “Carter!” But the fool ran off to protect me. I hate when he does that.

But how do we even get to the land of the dead?” I asked. “I mean…without dying.

Me? I slept like the dead, which I hoped wasn’t a sign of things to come.

The baboon is driving,” I noted. “Should I be worried?

Why are they so sad?” I asked. “Well, they’re dead,” Carter speculated.

Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.

It doesn't matter! From waist down, my best friend is a donkey.

I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he’d sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.

Holy mother!" "Hmph. More like holy father. I'd think you'd know the difference." -Hephaetus

Beautiful,' Jason exclaimed. 'Piper, you... you're a knockout.

If I've got the powers of a god, then why am I so..." "Lame?" Sadie suggested. "Shut up," I said.

Calm down, Horus said. "Don't tell me to calm down!" Bast frowned. "I didn't." "Talking to him!" I pointed at my forehead.

Look, I never wanted to be a half-blood. most of the time it gets you killed in nasty, dangerous ways.

Come on," I said. "I've got some questions for Thoth. And then I'm going to punch him in the beak.

That's what happens when it snows in Texas lady. It. Freaking. Melts.

Leo's biggest surprise: One look from Jason, and all three of them knew the game plan. When had that happened, that they could read each other so well?

So, destroy?" Cal asked. Clearly, the conversation was giving his two brain cells a serious workout.

Destroy them later?" Cal offered, which was probably as close to friendly as he ever got.