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Okej, hade tråkigt. (vet att jag missade bloggens ett års dag, grattis i efterskott!) Så... lite percy jackson citat! (plus något the red pyramid som smugit sig in någon stans...)

Annars från:

1:an the lightning thief

2:an the sea of monsters

3:an the titan's curse

4:an the battle of the labyrinth

5:an the las olympian

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the lost hero

the demigod files

och jag vet att ngr citat kanske kommit med flera ggr, och att det finns jättemånga av mina favoriter som inte finns med... men jaja! :P

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In a way, it's nice to know that there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things

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"seven half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire the world must fall. An oath to keep with a single breath, And foes bear arms to the doors of death."

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Leo scratched his head. “Well I dunno about Enchiladas-“ 
“Enceladus,” Piper corrected. 
“Whatever. But Old Potty Face mentioned another name. Porpoise Fear, or something?” 
“Porphyrion?” Piper asked. ”He was the giant king, I think."

(från the lost hero)

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"Weapons are allowed. Dirty tricks are expected. But try not to kill anybody!” Tantalus smiled at us like we were all naughty children. “Any killing will result in harsh punishment. No s’mores at the campfire for a week! Now ready your chariots!"

(från 2:an)

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"What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize."

(från the lost hero)

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The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school. we picked up my friends Annabeth and Thalia on the way.

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You know how teachers tell you the magic word is 'please'? That's not true. The magic word is 'puke'. It will get you out of class faster than anything else.

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"I picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container. 
"Hestia," I said, "I give this to you as an offering." 
The goddess tilted her head. "I am the least of the gods. Why would 
you trust me with this?" 
"You're the last Olympian," I said. "And the most important." 
"And why is that, Percy Jackson?" 
"Because Hope survives best at the hearth," I said. "Guard it for me, 
and I won't be tempted to give up again."

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"He pinched the name tag and ran his fingers under the letters. "Can you read this, mate? It says C-H-A-R-O-N. Say it with me: CARE-ON." 
"Charon." 
"Amazing! Now: Mr. Charon." 
"Mr. Charon." 
"Well done."

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And when demigods use cell phones, the signals agitate every monster within a hundred miles. It's like sending up a flare: Here I am! Please rearrange my face!

(från 4:an?)

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I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you're the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

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"Beckendorf walked up with his helmet under his arm. "She likes you, man." 
"Sure," I muttered. "She likes me for target practice." 
"Nah, they always do that. A girl starts trying to kill you, you know she's into you." 
"Makes a lot of sense."

(från the demigod files)

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As we rose over the rooftops I caught my breath-well, if you can catch your breath underwater.

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Imagine jumping into a pit of boiling acid. Now multiply that pain times fifty.

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He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.¨

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The Cyclopes growled, "I don't see very well since the last hero poked my eye out, but you're... NO... LADY... CYCLOPES!"

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"Quintus…” Geryon mused. “Short gray hair, muscular, swordsman?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Never heard of him,"

(från 4:an)

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See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.

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"Do you have a favorite constalation, Percy?" I was still kind of wondering about the little green snakes he'd shoved into his jogging shorts, but i said. "Uh, I like Hercules." "Why?" 
"Well... because he had rotten luck. Even worse than mine. It makes me feel better." 
The jogger chuckled. "Not because he was strong and famouse and all that?" 
"No."

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The Cyclops was about to roll the stone back into place, when from somewhere outside Annabeth shouted, "Hello, ugly!" Polyphemus stiffened. "Who said that?" 
"Nobody!" Annabeth yelled. That got exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. The monster's face turned red with rage. 
"Nobody!" Polyphemus yelled back. "I remember you!" 
"You're too stupid to remember anybody," Annabeth taunted. "Much less Nobody." I hoped to the gods she was already moving when she said that, because Polyphemus bellowed furiously, grabbed the nearest boulder (which happened to be his front door) and threw it toward the sound of Annabeth's voice. I heard the rock smash into a thousand fragments. To a terrible moment, there was silence. Then Annabeth shouted, "You haven't learned to throw any better, either!" 
Polyphemus howled. "Come here! Let me kill you, Nobody!" 
"You can't kill Nobody, you stupid oaf," she taunted. "Come find me!" 
Polyphemus barreled down the hill toward her voice. 

Now, the "Nobody" thing would have confused anybody, but Annabeth had explained to me that it was the name Odysseus had used to trick Polyphemus centuries ago, right before he poked the Cyclops's eye out with a large hot stick. Annabeth had figured Polyphemus would still have a grudge about that name, and she was right. In his frenzy to find his old enemy, he forgot about resealing the cave entrance. Apparently, he did even stop to consider that Annabeth's voice was female, whereas the first Nobody had been male. On the other hand, he'd wanted to marry Grover, so he couldn't have been all that bright about the whole male/female thing. 
I just hoped Annabeth could stay alive and keep distracting him long enough for me to find Grover and Clarisse.

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"Just sit tight. Reinforcements should be here soon. Hopefully nothing happens before-" 
Lightning crackled overhead. The wind picked up with a vengeance. Worksheets flew into the Grand Canyon, and the entire bridge shuddered. Kids screamed, stumbling and grabbing the rails. 
"I had to say something," Hedge grumbled. He bellowed into his megaphone: "Everyone inside! The cow says moo! Off the skywalk!" 
"I thought you said this thing was stable!" Jason shouted over the wind. 
"Under normal circumstances," Hedge agreed, "which these aren't."

(från the lost hero)

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"I don't care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!" 
"Meatloaf sandwiches are good! But this is a half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!" 
"Bah, your brain isn't on board!"

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"What was I thinking?" Chiron cried. "I can't let you get away without this." 
He pulled a pen from his coat pocket. It was an ordinary disposable ballpoint, black ink, removable cap. Probably thirty cents. 
"Gee," I said. "Thanks." 
"Percy, that's a gift from your father. I've kept it for years, not knowing you were who I was waiting for. But the profecy is clear to me now. You are the one." 
I remembered the feild trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, when I'd vaporized Mrs. Dodds. Chiron had thrown me a pen that turned into a sword. Could this be...? 
I took off the cap, and the pen grew longer and heavier in my hand. In half a second, I held a shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a leather wrapped grip, and a flat hilt riveted with gold studs. It was the first weapon that actually felt balanced in my hands. 
"The sword has a long and tragic history that we need not go into," Chiron told me. "It's name is Anaklusmos." 
"Riptide," I translated, surprised the Ancient Greek came so easily. 
"Use it only for emergencies" Chiron said, "and only against monsters. No hero should harm mortals unless absolutely, of course, but this sword wouldn't harm them in any case."

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Poseidon put his weathered hand on my shoulder. “Percy, lesser beings do many horrible things in the name of the gods. That does not mean we gods approve. The way our sons and daughters act in our names…well, it usually says more aboutthem than it does about us. And you, Percy, are my favorite son."

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When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment, as if the garment were stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades's underwear?

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"Whathat!" Tyson gasped. 
"Those are the stables for the pegasi," I replied, "You know, winged horses?" 
"Whasthat!" 
"Um... those are the toilets."

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"Bessie?” I looked down at the bull serpent. “But… he’s too cute. He couldn’t destroy the world.”

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There was Tyson moving into the Poseidon cabin, giggling to himself every fifteen seconds and saying, "Percy is my brother?" like he'd just won the lottery

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"I lost hope when I saw the horses’ teeth. 
As I got closer to the fence, I held my shirt over my nose to block the smell. One stallion waded through the muck and whinnied angrily at me. He bared his teeth, which were pointed like a bear’s. 
I tried to talk to him in my mind. I can do that with most horses. 
Hi, I told him. I’m going to clean your stables. Won’t that be great?
Yes! The horse said. Come inside! Eat you! Tasty half-blood!
But I’m Poseidon’s son, I protested. He created horses.
Usually this gets me VIP treatment in the equestrian world, but not this time. 
Yes! The horse agreed enthusiastically. Poseidon can come in, too! We will eat you both! Seafood!"

(från 4:an)

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I have lightning and wind powers," Jason reminded him. "Piper can turn beautiful and charm people into giving her BMWs. You're no more a freak than we are. And, hey, maybe you can fly, too. Like jump off a building and yell 'Flame on!'" 
Leo snorted. "If I did that, you would see a flaming kid falling to his death, and I would be yelling something a little stronger than 'Flame on!"

(från the lost hero)

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"Bianca, camp is cool! It's got a pegasus stable and a sword-fighting arena and… I mean, what do you get by joining the Hunters?" "To begin with," Zoe said, "immortality." I stared at her, then at Artemis. "She's kidding, right?" Zoe rarely kids about anything," Artemis said. "My Hunters follow me on my adventures. They are my maidservants, my companions, my sisters-in-arms. Once they swear loyalty to me, they are indeed immortal… unless they fall in battle, which is unlikely. Or break their oath." 
"What oath?" I said. "To foreswear romantic love forever," Artemis said. "To never grow up, never get married. To be a maiden eternally." 
"Like you?" The goddess nodded. 
I tried to imagine what she was saying. Being immortal. Hanging out with only middle-school girls forever. I couldn't get my mind around it.

(från 3:an)

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"Erre es korakas, Blinkey!" Dionysus cursed. "I will have your soul!" 
"Um, he's a video game character," I said."

(från 5:an)

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Just for you non-sea-god types out there, don't go swimming in New York Harbor. It may not be as filthy as it was in my mom's day, but that water will still probably make you grow a third eye or have mutant children when you grow up.

(från 1:an?)

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"Are you suggesting that the gods have trouble acting together, young lady?" Dionysus asked. "Yes, Lord Dionysus." Mr. D nodded. "Just checking. You're right, of course. Carry on."

(från 3:an)

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"All right, cupcakes. You are about to see the Grand Canyon. Try not to break it. The skywalk can hold the weight of seventy jumbo jets, to you featherweights should be safe out there. If possible, try to avoid pushing each other over the edge, as that would cause me extra paperwork."

(från the lost hero)

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"Hubris means deadly pride, Percy. Thinking you can do things better than anyone else... even the gods." "You feel that way?" She looked down. "Don't you ever feel like, what if the world really is messed up? What if we could do it all over again from scratch? No more war. Nobody homeless. No more summer reading homework." 
"I'm listening." 
"I mean, the West represents a lot of the best things mankind ever did - that's why the fire is still burning. That's why Olympus is still around. But sometimes you just see the bad stuff, you know? And you start thinking the way Luke does: "If I could tear this all down, I would do it better." Don't you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?" "Um... no. Me running the world would be kind of a nightmare."

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"Percy," my mom said. "I give you my blessing." 
"Be safe brother!" Tyson pleaded. 
"Enchiladas!" Grover said. I wasn't sure where that came from, but it didn't seem to help much.

(från 5:an)

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"I will not have them punished," Artemis said. "I will have them rewarded. If we destroy heroes who do us a great favor, then we are no better than the Titans. If this is Olympian justice, I will have none of it." 
"Calm down, sis," Apollo said. "Jeez, you need to lighten up." "Don't call me sis! I will reward them."

(från 3:an)

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"There's no point in defending camp if you guys die. All our friends are here."

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The jogger sighed. He pulled out his phone and my eyes got big, because it glowed with a bluish light. When he extended the antenna, two creatures began writhing around it-green snakes, no bigger than earthworms. 
The jogger didn't seem to notice. He checked his LCD display and cursed. "I've got to take this. Just a sec ..." Then into the phone: "Hello?" He listened. The mini-snakes writhed up and down the antenna right next to his ear. 
"Yeah," the jogger said. "Listen-I know, but... I don't care if he is chained to a rock with vultures pecking at his liver, if he doesn't have a tracking number, we can't locate his package....A gift to humankind, great... You know how many of those we deliver-Oh, never mind. Listen, just refer him to Eris in customer service. I gotta go."

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That Perseus always won. That's why my momhad named me after him, even if he was son of Zeus and I was son of Posidon. The original Perseus was one of the only heros in the greek myths who got a happy ending. The others died-betrayed, mauled, mutilated, poisoned, or cursed by the gods. My mom hoped i would inherit Perseus's luck. Judging by how my life was going so far, i wasn't too optimistic

(från 2:an)

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It’s my birthday, Horus insisted. Wish me happy birthday! 
“Happy birthday!” I yelled. “Now shut up!"

(från the red pyramid)

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"This belonged to my sister-in-law," Prometheus explained. "Pandora." A lump formed in my throat. "As in Pandora's box?" Prometheus shook his head. "I don't know how this box business got started. It was never a box. It was a pithos, a storage jar. I suppose Pandora's pithos doesn't have the same ring to it."

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"Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." 
He's the sun god," I said 
That's not what I meant."

(från 3:an)

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Fish gathered to look at us - a school of baracudas, some curious marines. SCRAM! I told them. They swam off,

but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intencions. They were about to star rumors flighing around the sea about the son of poseidon and some girl at the bottom of Siren Bay.

(från 2:an)

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"Silena, take the Aphrodite crew to the Queens-Midtown Tunnel." "Oh my gods," one of her sisters said. "Fifth Avenue is so on our way! We could accessorize, and monsters, like, totally hate the smell of Givenchy."

(från 5:an)

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"Have you any idea how much my kingdom has swollen in this past century alone, how many subdivisions I've had to open?" I opened my mouth to respond, but Hades was on a roll now. "More security ghouls," he moaned. "Traffic problems at the judgment pavilion. Double overtime for the staff. I used to be a rich god, Percy Jackson. I control all the precious metals under the earth. But my expenses!" 
"Charon wants a pay raise," I blurted, just remembering the fact. As soon as I said it, I wished I could sew up my mouth. "Don't get me started on Charon!" Hades yelled. "He's been impossible ever since he discovered Italian suits! Problems everywhere, and I've got to handle all of them personally. The commute time alone from the palace to the gates is enough to drive me insane! And the dead just keep arriving. No, godling. I need no help getting subjects! I did not ask for this war."

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The god of wine looked around at the assembled crowd. “Miss me?” The satyrs fell over themselves nodding and bowing. “Oh, yes, very much, sire!” “Well, I did not miss this place!” Dionysus snapped. “I bear bad news, my friends. Evil news. The minor gods are changing sides. Morpheus has gone over to the enemy. Hecate, Janus, and Nemesis, as well. Zeus knows how many more.” Thunder rumbled in the distance. 
“Strike that,” Dionysus said. “Even Zeus doesn’t know."

(från 4:an)

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"Families are messy. Eternal families are eternal messy. The best we can do is to remember that we're related and keep the maiming and killing to a minimum."

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"Your powers drain you too much," I noted. He nodded sleepily. "With great power...comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later."

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"He gave me the brochure. It was about the Hunters of Artemis. The front read, A WISE CHOICE FOR YOUR FUTURE! Inside were pictures of young maidens doing hunter stuff, chasing monsters, shooting bows. There were captions like: HEALTH BENEFITS: IMMORTALITY AND WHAT IT MEANS FOR YOU! and A BOY-FREE TOMORROW! 
"I found that in Annabeth's backpack," Grover said. I stared at him. "I don't understand." "Well, it seems to me… maybe Annabeth was thinking about joining." I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time."

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"I gotta say"—Apollo broke the silence—"these kids did okay." He cleared his throat and began to recite: "Heroes win laurels—" 
"Um, yes, first class," Hermes interrupted, like he was anxious to avoid Apollo's poetry."

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I turned and found Dionysus standing there, still in his black suit. "Walk with me,” he said. "Where to?” I asked suspiciously. Just to the campfire,” he said. “I was beginning to feel better, so I thought I would talk with you a bit. You always manage to annoy me.” "Uh, thanks."

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Rachel bit her lip. "I hope you're right. I'm a little worried. What if someone asks what's on the next math test and I start spouting a prophecy in the middle of geometry class? The Pythagorean theorem shall be problem two...Gods, that would be embarrassing."

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Artemis smiled. "You have done well, my lieutenant. You have made me proud, and all those Hunters who perished in my service will never be forgotten. They will achieve Elysium, I am sure." She glared pointedly at Hades. He shrugged. "Probably." Artemis glared at him some more. Okay," Hades grumbled. "I'll streamline their application process."

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"I've got this." Apollo stepped forward. His fiery armor was so bright it was hard to look at, and his matching Ray-Bans and perfect smile made him look like a male model for battle gear. "God of medicine, at your service." 
He passed his hand over Annabeth's face and spoke an incantation. Immediately the bruises faded. Her cuts and scars disappeared. Her arm straightened, and she sighed in her sleep. 
Apollo grinned. "She'll be fine in a few minutes. Just enough time for me to compose a poem about our victory: 'Apollo and his friends save Olympus.' Good, eh?" 
Thanks, Apollo," I said. "I'll, um, let you handle the poetry."

(från 5:an)

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"Who's the other kid in the photo?" he asked. "The sandy-haired guy." 
Annabeth's expression tightened. Touchy subject. 
"That's Luke," she said. "He's dead now."

(från the lost hero)

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I wasn't aiming at the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.

(från 1:an)

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In case you're wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn't smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater that's been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.

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"You're the last Olympian," I said. "And the most important." 
"And why is that, Percy Jackson?" 
"Because Hope survives best at the hearth," I said.

(från 5:an)

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If there were ever any half-bloods who needed to worry about that, it 
was Thalia and me. I wondered if maybe I should've sent Poseidon that seashell pattern tie 
for Father's Day after all.

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Thalia had been turned into a pine tree when she was 12. Me... well, i was doing my best not to follow her example. I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if i were ever in the verge of death. Plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp.

(från 2:an)

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"It's first owner...well, things didn't turn out too well for her. Her name was Helena.' 
Piper let that sink in. "Wait, you mean the Helena? Helena of Troy?' 
Annabeth nodded. 
"And it's just sitting in your toolshed?"

(från the lost hero)

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Nereus spun and expanded, turning into a killer whale, but I grabbed his dorsal fin as he burst out of the water. 
A whole bunch of tourists went, "Whoa!" 
I managed to wave at the crowd. Yeah, we do this every day here in San Francisco.

(från 3:an)

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"Chiron, I don't think the attic is the proper place for our new Oracle, do you?" 
"No, indeed." Chiron looked a lot better now that Apollo had worked some medical magic on him. "Rachel may use a guest room in the Big House for now, until we give the matter more thought." 
"I'm thinking a cave in the hills," Apollo mused. "With torches and a big purple curtain over the entrance . . . really mysterious. But inside, a totally decked-out pad with a game room and one of those home theater systems."

(från 5:an)

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Nico strode forward. The enemy army fell back before him like he radiated death, which of course he did. 
Through the face guard of his skull-shaped helmet, he smiled. "Got your message. Is it too late to join the party?" 
"Son of Hades." Kronos spit on the ground. "Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?" 
"Your death," Nico said, "would be great for me." 
"I'm immortal, you fool! I have escaped Tartarus. You have no business here, and no chance to live." 
Nico drew his sword-three feet of wicked sharp Stygian iron, black as a nightmare. "I don't agree."

(från 5:an)

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Leo frowned at the giant's spire. "Can't we blow it up or something?" 
"Without me, you do not have the power," Hera said. "You might as well try to destroy a mountain." 
"Done that once today," Jason said.

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Athena stood in the middle of the road with her arms crossed and a look on her face that made me think Uh-oh. She'd changed out of her armor, into jeans and a white blouse, but she didn't look any less warlike. Her gray eyes blazed. 
"Well, Percy," she said. "You will stay mortal." 
"Um, yes, ma'am." 
"I would know your reasons." 
"I want to be a regular guy. I want to grow up. Have, you know, a regular high school experience." 
"And my daughter?" 
"I couldn't leave her," I admitted, my throat dry. "Or Grover," I added quickly. "Or-" 
"Spare me." Athena stepped close to me, and I could feel her aura of power making my skin itch. "I once warned you, Percy Jackson, that to save a friend you would destroy the world. Perhaps I was mistaken. You seem to have saved both your friends and the world. But think very carefully about how you proceed from here. I have given you the benefit of the doubt. Don't mess up." 
Just to prove her point, she erupted in a column of flame, charring the front of my shirt.

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I held out a lead figurine of Hades—the little Mythomagic statue Nico had abandoned when he fled camp last winter. 
Nico hesitated. "I don’t play that game anymore. It’s for kids." 
"It’s got four thousand attack power," I coaxed. 
"Five thousand," Nico corrected. "But only if your opponent attacks first." 
I smiled. "Maybe it’s okay to still be a kid once in a while."

(från 4:an)

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"Destroy it?' Leo was appalled. 'You've got a life-size bronze dragon, and you want to destroy it?' 
'It breathes fire,' Nyssa explained. 'It's deadly and out of control.' 
'But it's a dragon!"

(från the lost hero)

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"But... you're still getting married?" Grover sounded hurt. "Who's the bride?" Ploypemus looked toward the boiling pot. Clarisse made a strangled sound. "Oh, no! You can't be serious. I'm not-"

(från 2:an)

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Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

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"Eternity with Artemis?" He heaved a big sigh. 
Thalia rolled her eyes. "You satyrs. You're all in love with Artemis. Don't you get that she'll never love you back?" 
"But she's so…into nature," Grover swooned. 
"You're nuts," said Thalia. 
"Nuts and berries," Grover said dreamily. "Yeah."

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"Percy," Apollo said, "I wouldn't worry too much. The last Great Prophecy aboutyou took almost seventy years to complete. This one may not even happen in your lifetime." 
I thought about the lines Rachel had spoken in that creepy voice: about storm and fire and the Doors of Death. "Maybe," I said, "but it didn't sound so good." 
"No," said Apollo cheerfully. "It certainly didn't. She's going to make a wonderful Oracle!"

(från 5:an)

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"Percy," Grover said, "the gods really don't appreciate people sitting in their thrones. I mean like turn-you-into-a-pile-of-ashes don't appreciate it."

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"This is so cool!" Nico said, jumping up and down in the driver's seat. "Is this really the sun? I thought Helios and Selene were the sun and moon gods. How come sometimes it's them and sometimes it's you and Artemis?" 
"Downsizing," Apollo said. "The Romans started it. They couldn't afford all those temple sacrifices, so they laid off Helios and Selene and folded their duties into our job descriptions. My sis got the moon. I got the sun. It was pretty annoying at first, but at least I got this cool car." 
"But how does it work?" Nico asked. "I thought the sun was a big fiery ball of gas!" 
Apollo chuckled and ruffled Nico's hair. "That rumor probably got started because Artemis used to call me a big fiery ball of gas."

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I past another telkhine, who was so startled he dropped his Lil' Demons lunch box. I left him alive - partly because he had a cool lunch box...

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"Husband, we talked about this," Persephone chided. "You can't go around incinerating every hero. Besides, he's brave. I like that." 
Hades rolled his eyes. "You liked that Orpheus fellow too. Look how well that turned out."

(från 5:an)

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We'd spent maybe ten minutes together, during which time I'd accidentally swung a sword at her, she'd saved my

life, and I'd run away chased by a band of supernatural killing machines. You know, your typical chance meeting.

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Athena called, "Annabeth Chase, my own daughter." 
Annabeth squeezed my arm, then walked forward and knelt at her mother's feet. 
Athena smiled. "You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Olympus is...well, trashed. The Titan lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuild it by magic, of course, and make it just as it was. But the gods feel that the city could be improved. We will take this as an opportunity. And you, my daughter, will design these improvements." 
Annabeth looked up, stunned. "My...my lady?" 
Athena smiled wryly. "You are an architect, are you not? You have studied the techniques of Daedalus himself. Who better to redesign Olympus and make it a monument that will last for another eon?" 
"You mean...I can design whatever I want?" 
"As your heart desires," the goddess said. "Make us a city for the ages." 
"As long as you have plenty of statues of me," Apollo added. 
"And me," Aphrodite agreed. 
"Hey, and me!" Ares said. "Big statues with huge wicked swords and-" 
All right!" Athena interrupted. "She gets the point. Rise, my daughter, official architect of Olympus."

(från 5:an)

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"You do know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D eyed me suspiciously. 
"I'm afraid not," I said. 
"I'm afraid not, sir," he said. 
"Well," he told me, "it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules."

(från 1:an)

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Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned. 
"That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there." 
"Which one is me?" I asked. 
"The little deformed one," Zoe suggested. 
"Oh, shut up."

(från 3:an)

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"Grover Underwood of the satyrs!" Dionysus called. 
Grover came forward nervously. 
"Oh, stop chewing your shirt," Dionysus chided. "Honestly, I'm not going to blast you. For your bravery and sacrifice, blah, blah, blah, and since we have an unfortunate vacancy, the gods have seen fit to name you a member of the Council of Cloven Elders." 
Grover collapsed on the spot. 
"Oh, wonderful," Dionysus sighed, as several naiads came forward to help Grover. "Well, when he wakes up, someone tell him that he will no longer be an outcast, and that all satyrs, naiads, and other spirits of nature will henceforth treat him as a lord of the Wild, with all rights, privileges, and honors, blah, blah, blah. Now please, drag him off before he wakes up and starts groveling." 
"FOOOOOD," Grover moaned, as the nature spirits carried him away. 
I figured he'd be okay. He would wake up as a lord of the Wild with a bunch of beautiful naiads taking care of him. Life could be worse.

(från 5:an)

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"Your uncle," Poseidon sighed, "has always had a flair for dramatic exits. I think he would've done well as the god of theater."

(från 1:an)

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"If I had my way," Dionysus said, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at this cursed camp: to keep you little brats safe from harm." 
"Spontaneous combustion is a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in. 
"Nonsense," Dionysus said. "Boy wouldn't feel a thing. Nevertheless, I've agreed to restrain myself. I'm thinking of turning you into a dolphin instead, sending you back to your father."

(från 1:an)

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Vulcan?" Leo demanded. "I don't even LIKE Star Trek!"

(från the lost hero)

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The older lady harrumphed. "I warned you, daughter. This scoundrel Hades is no good. You could've married the god of doctors or the god of lawyers, but noooo. You had to eat the pomegranate." 
"Mother-" 
"And get stuck in the Underworld!" 
"Mother, please-" 
"And here it is August, and do you come home like you're supposed to? Do you ever think about your poor lonely mother?" 
"DEMETER!" Hades shouted. "That is enough. You are a guest in my house." 
"Oh, a house is it?" she said. "You call this dump a house? Make my daughter live in this dark, damp-" 
"I told you," Hades said, grinding his teeth, "there's a war in the world above. You and Persephone are better off here with me." 
"Excuse me," I broke in. "But if you're going to kill me, could you just get on with it?"

(från 5:an)

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"We need music," Nico said. "How's your singing?" 
"Um, no. Can't you just, like, tell it to open? You're the son of Hades and all." 
"It's not so easy. We need music." 
I was pretty sure if I tried to sing, all I would cause was an avalanche."

(från 5:an)

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"It'll be dangerous," Nyssa warned him. "Hardship, monsters, terrible suffering. Possibly none of you will come back alive." 
"Oh." Suddenly Leo didn't look so excited. Then he remembered everyone was watching. "I mean... Oh, cool! Suffering? I love suffering! Let's do this."

(från the lost hero)

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"Shut up, me,” Leo said aloud. 
“What?” Piper asked. 
“Nothing,” he said. “Long night. I think I’m hallucinating. It’s cool.” 
Sitting in front, Leo couldn’t see their faces, but he assumed from their silence that his friends were not pleased to have a sleepless, hallucinating dragon driver. 
“Just joking.” Leo decided it might be good to change the subject.

(från the lost hero)

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Different elevator music was playing since my last visit-that old disco song "Stayin' Alive." A terrifying image flashed through my mind of Apollo in bell-bottom pants and a slinky silk shirt.

(5:an)

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"You stood up to the dragon to Beckendorf would have his chance to jump-notthat was brave."

"Or pretty stupid." 
"Percy, you're a brave guy," she said. "Just take the compliment. I swear, is it so hard?"

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"Are you guys busy?" Juniper asked. 
"Well," I said, "we're in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we're trying not to die." 
"We're not busy," Annabeth said.

(från 4:an)

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"Little sister!" Apollo called. If his teeth were any whiter he could've blinded us without the sun car. "What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!" 
Artemis sighed. "I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister." 
"Hey, I was born first." 
"We're twins! How many millennia do we have to argue—"

(från 3:an)

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A telkhine was hunched over a console, but he was so involved with his work, he didn't notice us. He was about five feet tall, with slick black seal fur and stubby little feet. He had the head of a Doberman, but his clawed hands were almost human. He growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com.

(från 5:an)

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"Hermes smiled. "I knew a boy once ... oh, younger than you by far. A mere baby, really." 
Here we go again, George said. Always talking about himself.
Quiet! Martha snapped. Do you want to get set on vibrate?
Hermes ignored them. "One night, when this boy's mother wasn't watching, he sneaked out of their cave and stole some cattle that belonged to Apollo." 
"Did he get blasted to tiny pieces?" I asked. 
"Hmm ... no. Actually, everything turned out quite well. To make up for his theft, the boy gave Apollo an instrument he'd invented-a lyre. Apollo was so enchanted with the music that he forgot all about being angry." 
So what's the moral?" 
"The moral?" Hermes asked. "Goodness, you act like it's a fable. It's a true story. Does truth have a moral?" 
"Um ..." 
"How about this: stealing is not always bad?" 
"I don't think my mom would like that moral." 
Rats are delicious, suggested George. 
What does that have to do with the story? Martha demanded. 
Nothing, George said. But I'm hungry. 
"I've got it," Hermes said. "Young people don't always do what they're told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment. How's that?"

(från 2:an)

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"Hoover Dam," Thalia said. "It's huge." 
We stood at the river's edge, looking up at a curve of concrete that loomed between the cliffs. People were walking along the top of the dam. They were so tiny they looked like fleas. 
The naiads had left with a lot of grumbling—not in words I could understand, but it was obvious they hated this dam blocking up their nice river. Our canoes floated back downstream, swirling in the wake from the dam's discharge vents. 
"Seven hundred feet tall," I said. "Built in the 1930s." 
"Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said. 
Graver sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States." 
Zoe stared at us. "How do you know all that?" 
"Annabeth," I said. "She liked architecture." 
"She was nuts about monuments," Thalia said. 
"Spouted facts all the time." Grover sniffled. "So annoying." 
"I wish she were here," I said."

(från 3:an)

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OPEN WITH CARE. TRIPPLE G RANCH IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR PROPERTY DAMAGE, MAIMING, OR EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL DEATHS.

(4:an)

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"As for my brothers," Zeus said, "we are thankful"-he cleared his throat like the words were hard to get out-"erm, thankful for the aid of Hades." 
The lord of the dead nodded. He had a smug look on his face, but I figure he'd earned the right. He patted his son Nico on the shoulders, and Nico looked happier than I'd ever seen him. 
"And, of course," Zeus continued, though he looked like his pants were smoldering, "we must...um...thank Poseidon." 
"I'm sorry, brother," Poseidon said. "What was that?" 
"We must thank Poseidon," Zeus growled. "Without whom . . . it would've been difficult-" 
"Difficult?" Poseidon asked innocently. 
"Impossible," Zeus said. "Impossible to defeat Typhon."

(5:an)

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"Isn't your mom the goddess of inventors?" I asked. 
Annabeth glared at me. "Yes, but this is different. I'm good with ideas. Not Mechanics." 
"If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head," I said "I'd pick you." 
I just blurted it out-to give her confidence, I guess-but immediately I realized it sounded pretty stupid. 
"Awww..." Silena sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Percy that is so sweet!"

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Christmas in the Underworld was NOT my idea. 
If I'd known what was coming, I would've called in sick. I could've avoided an army of demons, a fight with a Titan, and a trick that almost got my friends and me cast into eternal darkness. 
But no, I had to take my stupid English exam.

(från the demigod files)

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Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. 
He looked up lazily. "Do you mind?" 
Where's Chiron!" I shouted. 
How rude." Mr. D took a swig from a jug of grape juice. "Is that how you say hello?" 
Hello," I amended. "We're about to die! Where's Chiron?"

(från 3:an)

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I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. 
The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!

(från 1:an)

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I turned to Dionysus. "You cured him?" 
"Madness is my specialty. It was quite simple." 
"But...you did something nice. Why?" 
He raised and eyebrow. "I am nice! I simple ooze niceness, Perry Johansson. Haven't you noticed?"

(från 4:an)

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"Boys are usually forbidden to have any contact with the Hunters. The last one to see this camp…” She looked at Zoe. “Which one was it?” 
That boy in Colorado,” Zoe said. “You turned him into a jackalope.” 
Ah, yes.” Artemis nodded, satisfied. “I enjoy making jackalopes…"

(från 3:an)

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"Hey, can I see that sword you were using?" 
I showed him Riptide, and explained how it turned from a pen into a sword just by uncapping it. 
"Cool! Does it ever run out of ink?" 
"Um, well, I don't actually write with it." 
"Are you really the son of Poseidon?" 
"Well, yeah." 
"Can you surf really well, then?" 
I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh. 
"Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried." 
He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)

(från 3:an)

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"Well, Percy, what have we learned today?" 
That three-headed dogs prefer red rubber balls over sticks?" 
No," Grover told me. "We've learned that your plans really, really bite!"

(från 1:an)

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"Doesn't miss many meals, does he?" Zeus muttered. "Tyson, for your bravery in the war, and for leading the Cyclopes, you are appointed a general I. The armies of Olympus. You shall henceforth lead you breathren into war whenever required by the gods. And you shall have a new...um...what kind of weapon would you like? A sword? An axe?" 
"Stick!" Tyson said, showing his broken club. 
"Very well," Zeus said. "We will grant you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found." 
"Hooray!"

(från 5:an)

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"Well . . . sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It's our floor."

(från 5:an)

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"Powdered donuts," Tyson said earnestly. "I will look for powdered donuts in the wilderness." He headed outside and started calling, "Here, donuts!"

(från 2:an)

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"A demigod!" one snarled. 
"Eat it!" yelled another. 
But that's as far as they got before I slashed a wide arc with Riptide and vaporized the entire front row of monsters. 
"Back off!" I yelled at the rest, trying to sound fierce. Behind them stood their instructor--a six-foot tall telekhine with Doberman fangs snarling at me. I did my best to stare him down. 
"New lesson, class," I announced. "Most monsters will vaporize when sliced with a celestial bronze sword. This change is completely normal, and will happen to you right now if you don't BACK OFF!" 
To my surprise, it worked. The monsters backed off, but there was at least twenty of them. My fear factor wasn't going to last that long. 
I jumped out of the cart, yelled, "CLASS DISMISSED!" and ran for the exit.

(från 4:an)

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The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car. 
Up until then I was having a great afternoon.Technically I wasn't supposed to be driving because I wouldn't turn sixteen for another week, but my mom and my stepdad, Paul, took my friend Rachel and me to the private stretch of beach on the South Shore, and Paul let us borrow his Prius for a short spin. 
Now, I know what your thinking, Wow, that was really irresponsible of him, blah, blah, blah, but Paul knows me pretty well. He's seen me slice up demons and leap out of exploding buildings, so he probably figured taking a car a few hundred yards wasn't exactly the most dangerous thing I'd ever done.

(från 5:an)

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"Can we just call them storm spirits?” Leo asked. “Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks."

(från the lost hero)

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"It doesn't matter if they hate you, or embarrass you, or simply don't appreciate your genius for inventing the internet-" 
"You invented the internet?" 
It was my idea, Martha said. 
Rats are delicious, George said. 
"It was my idea!" Hermes said. "I mean the internet, not the rats. But that's not the point."

(från 2:an)

---

I’ve met plenty of embarrassing parents, but Kronos, the evil Titan Lord who wanted to destroy Western Civilization? Not the kind of dad you invited to 
school for Career Day.

(från 2:an)

---

My mother made a squeaking sound that might of been either "yes" or "help". 
Poseidon took it as a yes and came in. 
Paul was looking back and forth between us, trying to read our expressions. 
Finally he stepped forward. 
"Hi, I'm Paul Blofis." 
Poseidon raised an eyebrow and then shook his hand. 
"Blowfish, did you say?" 
"Ah, no. Blofis, actually." 
"Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon." 
"Poseidon? That's an interesting name." 
"Yes, I like it. I've gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon." 
"Like the god of the sea." 
"Very much like that, yes" 
"Well!" My mother interrupted. "Um, were so glad you could drop by. Paul, this is Percy's father." 
"Ah." Paul nodded, though he didn't look real pleased. "I see." 
Poseidon smiled at me. "There you are, my boy. And Tyson, hello, son!" 
"Daddy!" Tyson shouted (forts..)
Paul's jaw dropped. He stared at my mother. "Tyson is..." 
"Not mine," she promised. "It's a long story."

(från 4:an)

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Everybody was patting Nico on the back, complimenting him on his fighting. Even the Ares kids thought he was pretty cool. Hey, show up with an army of undead warriors to save the day, and suddenly you're everybody's best friend.

(från 5:an)

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He'd changed since the last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he wore a button-down shirt, khaki pants, and leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He look like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

(från 2:an)

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"I'm calm," Rachel insisted. "Every time I'm around you, some monsters attack us. What's to be nervous about?" 
"Look," I said. "I'm sorry about the band room. I hope they didn't kick you our or anything." 
"Nah. They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb." 
"Was it hard?" Annabeth asked.

(från 4:an)

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Jason scratched his head. "You named him Festus? You know that in Latin, ‘festus’ means ‘happy’? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?"

(från the lost hero)

There were a lot of answers I might've given, from "I knew that" to "LIAR!" to "Yeah right, and I'm Zeus. (alltså, efter att Quintus avslöjat att han egentligen är Daedalus, från 4:an)

"Stop running, you fools!" Kronos yelled. "Stand and ACKK!" 
That last part was because a panicked Hyperborean giant stumbled backwards and sat on top of him. The lord of time disappeared under a giant blue butt."

(från 5:an?)

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"Do you always try to kill people when they blow their nose?"

(från 3:an)

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I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.

(från 1:an)

---

"Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we're related, for better or worse...and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum."

(från 2:an)

---

"Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works." 
"I am praying. I'm talking to you, right?" 
"Oh...yes. Good point. Amphitrite - incoming!"

(från 5:an)

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Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls - bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

(från 2:an)

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"Safety from what? Who's after me?" 
Oh, nobody much," Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions."

(från 1:an)

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I couldn't believe I'd come this far, lost Tyson, suffered through so much, only to fail--stopped by a big stupid monster in a baby-blue tuxedo kilt. Nobody was going to swat down my friends like that! I mean...nobody, not Nobody. Ah, you know what I mean.

(från 2:an)

---

I don't recommend shadow travel if you're scared of: 
a) The dark 
b) Cold shivers up your spine 
c) Strange noises 
d) Going so fast you feel like your face is peeling off 
In other words, I thought it was awesome.

(från 5:an)

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My brother broke into a toothy grin. "Yay! Your brain works!"

(från 5:an)

---

I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.

(från 5:an?)

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Before I could figure out how to apologize for being such an idiot, she tackled me with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. "I'm glad you're not a guinea pig." 
"Me, too." I hoped my face wasn't as red as it felt.

(från 2:an)

---

"Almost everything strange washes up near Miami. "

(från 3:an)

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All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorms room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my Essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

(från 1:an)

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Grover didn't say anything for awhile. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"

(från 1:an)

---

"It's him," I said. "Typhon." 
I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like 'No, that's our huge friend Leroy! He's going to help us!"

(från 5:an)

---

She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. 
Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep."

(från 1:an)

---

"Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." 
"Or we'll die?" I guessed. 
"Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes." 
"Let's avoid the swords," I decided."

(från 4:an?)

---

My mom's funny that way, celebrating special occasions with blue food. I think it's her way of saying anything is possible. Percy can pass seventh grade. Waffles can be blue. Little miracles like that.

(från 2:an)

---

"And, whoa!" He turned to Mr.D. "Your the wine dude? No way!" 
Mr.D turned hi eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. "The wine dude?" 
"Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine!" 
"My figurine." 
"In my game, Mythomagic. And holofoil card, too! And even though you've only got like five hundred attack points and everybody thinks your the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet!" 
"Ah." Mr.D seemed truly perplexed, which probably saved my life. "Well, that's...gratifying."

(från 3:an)

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"God alert!" Blackjack yelled. "It's the wine dude! 
Mr. D sighed in exasperation. "The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!"

(från 3:an)

---

The cafe windows wrapped all the way around the observation floor, which gave us a beautiful panoramic view of the skeleton army that had come to kill us.

(från 3:an)

---

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatcailly. 
“Green grass breaks through snow. 
Artemis pleads for my help. 
I am so cool.”
He grinned at us, waiting for applause. 
"That last line was four syllables.” Artemis said. 
Apollo frowned. “Was it?” 
“Yes. What about I am so bigheaded?”
“No, no, that’s six syllable, hhhm.” He started muttering to himself. 
Zoe Nightshade turned to us. “Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I’d had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a godess from Sparta-"
“I’ve got it!” Apollo announced. “I am so awesome. That’s five syllables!” He bowed, looking very pleased with himself.

(från 3:an)

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"Dreams like a podcast, 
Downloading truth in my ears. 
They tell me cool stuff." 
"Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad. 
He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred." 
"A god named Fred?"

(från 3:an)

---

"You are okay?" he asked. "Not eaten by monsters?" 
"Not even a little bit." I showed him that I still had both arms and both legs, and Tyson clapped happily. 
"Yay!" he said. "Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!" 
I hoped he didn't mean all at the same time, but I told him absolutely, we'd have a lot of fun this summer."

(från 4:an)

---

You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.

(från 4:an)

---

"Love conquers all," Aphrodite promised. "Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?" 
"Didn't they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?" 
"Pfft. That's not the point. Follow your heart." (från 3:an)