Diony

“As for Sadie, she didn’t appear interested in strategy. She leaped from puddle to puddle in her combat boots. She hummed to herself, twirled like a little kid and occasionally pulled random things out of her backpack: wax animal figurines, some string, a piece of chalk, a bright yellow bag of candy.

She reminded me of someone …

Then it occurred to me. She looked like a younger version of Annabeth, but her fidgeting and hyperness reminded me of … well, me. If Annabeth and I ever had a daughter, she might be a lot like Sadie.

Whoa.

It’s not like I’d never dreamed about kids before. I mean, you date someone for over a year, the idea is going to be in the back of your mind somewhere, right? But still – I’m barely seventeen. I’m not ready to think too seriously about stuff like that. Also, I’m a demigod. On a day-to-day basis, I’m busy just trying to stay alive.

Yet, looking at Sadie, I could imagine that someday maybe I’d have a little girl who looked like Annabeth and acted like me – a cute little hellion of a demigod, stomping through puddles and flattening monsters with magic camels.”
― Rick Riordan, The Crown of Ptolemy

“The rivalry ends here," Percy said. "I love you, Wise Girl.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Setne’s dangerous,’ Annabeth said. ‘We can’t just go charging in. We need a plan.’

‘She’s right,’ Carter said.

‘I kind of like charging in,’ I said. ‘Speed is of the essence, right?’

‘Thank you,’ Sadie muttered.

‘Being smart is also of the essence,’ Annabeth said.

‘Exactly,’ Carter said. ‘We have to figure out how to attack.’

Sadie rolled her eyes at me. ‘Just as I feared. These two together … they’ll overthink us to death.’

I felt the same way, but Annabeth was getting that annoyed stormy look in her eyes and, since I date Annabeth, I figured I’d better suggest a compromise.

‘How about we plan while we walk?’ I said. ‘We can charge south, like, really slowly.”
― Rick Riordan, The Crown of Ptolemy

“My heroes, our time together is short,” Juno said. “I am grateful that you called upon me. I have spent weeks in a state of pain and confusion...my Greek and Roman natures warring against each other. Worse, I’ve been forced to hide from Jupiter, who searches for me in his misguided wrath, believing that I caused this war with Gaea.” “Gee,” Annabeth said, “why would he think that?”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus