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“Okay, kid. Here goes nothing!” Philip tells me. Which, by the way, definitely makes the top five things you don’t ever want to hear your pilot say while you’re still in the air.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“Tons of cowering! Plus your name in the summer program. A custom-designed banner. A cabin at Camp Half-Blood. Two shrines. I’ll even throw in a Kymopoleia action figure.” “No!” Polybotes wailed. “Not merchandising rights!”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“There are at least two hundred people in this room alone capable of making that kind of wind. And almost that many capable of dropping that chandelier.” He’s speaking softly now, so softly that I have to strain to hear him, even though he’s right in front of me. “I keep trying to tell you, but you won’t listen. Someone is trying to kill you, Grace.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“No.” Annabeth put her hand on his arm. “If the giants want our blood, the last thing we need is a boy and a girl going down there together. Remember? They want one of each for their big sacrifice.” “Then I’ll get Jason,” Percy said. “And the two of us—” “Seaweed Brain, are you implying that two boys can handle this better than two girls?” “No. I mean...no. But—” Annabeth kissed him. “We’ll be back before you know it.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus