Ivet Georieva

“WHEN TRAVELING THROUGH WASHINGTON, DC, one expects to see a few snakes in human clothing. Still, I was concerned when a two-headed boa constrictor boarded our train at Union Station. The creature had threaded himself through a blue silk business suit, looping his body into the sleeves and trouser legs to approximate human limbs. Two heads protruded from the collar of his dress shirt like twin periscopes. He moved with remarkable grace for what was basically an oversize balloon animal, taking a seat at the opposite end of the coach, facing our direction. The other passengers ignored him. No doubt the Mist warped their perceptions, making them see just another commuter. The snake made no threatening moves. He didn’t even glance at us. For all I knew, he was simply a working-stiff monster on his way home.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“The fasces was broken, but Nero remained alive and intact. Had all this been for nothing, then? At least he wasn’t gloating any more. Instead, the emperor sobbed in despair. ‘What have you done? Don’t you see?’ Only then did he begin to crumble. His fingers disintegrated. His toga frayed into smoke. A glittery cloud plumed from his mouth and nose, as if he were exhaling his life force along with his final breaths. Worst of all – this glitter didn’t simply vanish. It poured downward, seeping into the Persian rug, worming into cracks between the floor tiles, almost as if Nero were being pulled – clawed and dragged – into the depths, piece by piece. ‘You’ve given him victory,’ he whimpered. ‘You’ve –’ The last of his mortal form dissolved and soaked through the floor. Everyone in the room”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“No amount of success would bring back Jason, or Dakota, or Don, or Crest, or Money Maker, or Heloise, or the many other heroes who had fallen. We could not undo those tragedies.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“He said he had an emergency meeting with a cat and a severed head, whatever that means.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero