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“The other dryads moved across the hillside, enjoying the cool air and the stars in the smoke-free night sky as they gave the Sibyl a tour of her new home.
"And here are some rocks," they told her. "And over here, these are more rocks.”
― The Burning Maze
"And here are some rocks," they told her. "And over here, these are more rocks.”
― 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
“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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