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“Aloe Vera nodded. "We would be honoured to have an Oracle! You could warn me whenever anyone is about to get a cold!?"
"We would welcome you with open arms," Joshua agreed. "Except for those of us with prickly arms. They would probably just wave at you.”
― The Burning Maze
"We would welcome you with open arms," Joshua agreed. "Except for those of us with prickly arms. They would probably just wave at you.”
― The Burning Maze
“I enjoy running people over in a chariot as much as the next deity, but I did not like the idea of being the guy run over.
As the dragons barrelled towards us, Meg stood her ground, which was either admirable or suicidal. I tried to decide whether to cower behind her or leap out of the way - both options less admirable but also less suicidal -when the choice became irrelevant. Piper threw her dagger, impaling the left dragon's eye.
Left Dragon shrieked in pain, pushed against Right Dragon, and sent the chariot veering off course. Medea barrelled past us, just out of reach of Meg's swords, and disappeared into the darkness while screaming insults at her pets in ancient Colchian - a language no longer spoken, but which featured twenty-seven different words for kill and not a single way to say Apollo rocks. I hate the Colchians.”
― The Burning Maze
As the dragons barrelled towards us, Meg stood her ground, which was either admirable or suicidal. I tried to decide whether to cower behind her or leap out of the way - both options less admirable but also less suicidal -when the choice became irrelevant. Piper threw her dagger, impaling the left dragon's eye.
Left Dragon shrieked in pain, pushed against Right Dragon, and sent the chariot veering off course. Medea barrelled past us, just out of reach of Meg's swords, and disappeared into the darkness while screaming insults at her pets in ancient Colchian - a language no longer spoken, but which featured twenty-seven different words for kill and not a single way to say Apollo rocks. I hate the Colchians.”
― The Burning Maze
“You would destroy your own grandfather?" I asked.
Medea shrugged. "Why not? You gods are all family, but you're constantly trying to kill each other."
I hate it when evil sorceresses have a point.”
― The Burning Maze
Medea shrugged. "Why not? You gods are all family, but you're constantly trying to kill each other."
I hate it when evil sorceresses have a point.”
― The Burning Maze
“As I contemplated these happy possibilities, we wound our way through the Pasadena Valley.
"I never liked this city," I murmured. "It makes me think of game shows, tawdry parades and drunk washed-up starlets with spray-on tans."
Piper coughed. "FYI, Jason's mom was from here. She died here, in a car accident."
"I'm sorry. What did she do?"
"She was a drunk washed-up starlet with a spray-on tan."
"Ah." I waited for the sting of embarrassment to fade. It took several miles.”
― The Burning Maze
"I never liked this city," I murmured. "It makes me think of game shows, tawdry parades and drunk washed-up starlets with spray-on tans."
Piper coughed. "FYI, Jason's mom was from here. She died here, in a car accident."
"I'm sorry. What did she do?"
"She was a drunk washed-up starlet with a spray-on tan."
"Ah." I waited for the sting of embarrassment to fade. It took several miles.”
― The Burning Maze
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