Angel Rodriguez

“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.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“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.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“Meg! Grover!" I called. "You can come down -"
Meg dropped on top of me, squashing me flat.
"Ow!" I screamed. "Not like that!”
― Rick Riordan, 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.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze