Varsha

“My dad gave me a present once,” Nico said. “It was a zombie.”
Reyna stared at him. “What?”
“His name is Jules-Albert. He’s French.” “A...French zombie?”
“Hades isn’t the greatest dad, but occasionally he has these want-to-know-my-son moments. I guess he thought the zombie was a peace offering. He said Jules-Albert could be my chauffeur.”
The corner of Reyna’s mouth twitched. “A French zombie chauffeur.”
Nico realized how ridiculous it sounded. He never told anyone about Jules-Albert—not even Hazel. But he kept talking.
"Hades had this idea that I should, you know, try to act like a modern teenager. Make friends. Get to know the twenty-first century. He vaguely understood that mortal parents drive their kids around a lot. He couldn't do that. So his solution was a zombie."
"To take you around to the mall," Reyna said. "Or the drive-through at In-N-Out Burger."
"I suppose." Nico's nerves began to settle. "Because nothing helps you make friends faster than a rotting corpse with a French accent.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Bow and quiver coming up," Nico said.
"And ukelele," Will added.
Nico winced. "Do we really hate Python that much?"
Will raised an eyebrow.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“I couldn’t speak, but I brought out Riptide and put the pen in her hand. She grasped it contentedly. ‘You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like… like Hercules. I am honoured that you carry this sword.’

A shudder ran through her body.

‘Zoë –’ I said.

‘Stars,’ she whispered. ‘I can see the stars again, my lady.’

A tear trickled down Artemis’s cheek. ‘Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“Minos laughed. "You have no power over me. I am the god of spirits! The ghost king!"

"No." Nico drew his sword. "I am.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth