Clara Monnerat

“Look, back in the old days, ravens used to be gentle and white, like doves, okay? But they were terrible gossips. One time I was dating this girl, Koronis. The ravens found out she was cheating on me, and they told me about it. I was so angry, I got Artemis to kill Koronis for me. Then I punished the ravens for being tattletales by turning them black.”
Reyna stared at me like she was contemplating another kick to my nose. “That story is messed up on so many levels.”
“Just wrong,” Meg agreed. “You had your sister kill a girl who was cheating on you?”
“Well, I—”
“Then you punished the birds that told you about it,” Reyna added, “by turning them black, as if black was bad and white was good?”
“When you put it that way, it doesn’t sound right,” I protested. “It’s just what happened when my curse scorched them. It also made them nasty-tempered flesh-eaters.”
“Oh, that’s much better,” Reyna snarled.
“If we let the birds eat you,” Meg asked, “will they leave Reyna and me alone?”
“I—What?” I worried that Meg might not be kidding. Her facial expression did not say kidding. It said serious about the birds eating you. “Listen, I was angry! Yes, I took it out on the birds, but after a few centuries I cooled down. I apologized. By then, they kind of liked being nasty-tempered flesh-eaters. As for Koronis—I mean, at least I saved the child she was pregnant with when Artemis killed her. He became Asclepius, god of medicine!”
“Your girlfriend was pregnant when you had her killed?” Reyna launched another kick at my face. I managed to dodge it, since I’d had a lot of practice cowering, but it hurt to know that this time she hadn’t been aiming at an incoming raven. Oh, no. She wanted to knock my teeth in.
“You suck,” Meg agreed.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tyrant’s Tomb

“BRONZE UPON GOLD             　 DESTROY THE TYRANT　
EAST MEETS WEST                 　 AID THE WINGED　
LEGIONS ARE REDEEMED    　 UNDER GOLDEN HILLS　
LIGHT THE DEPTHS               　 GREAT STALLION’S FOAL　
ONE AGAINST MANY             　 HARKEN THE TRUMPETS　
NEVER SPIRIT DEFEATED     　 TURN RED TIDES　
ANCIENT WORDS SPOKEN   　 ENTER STRANGER’S HOME　
SHAKING OLD FOUNDATIONS　 REGAIN LOST GLORY　”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“We could've chose hatred and war. Instead we found acceptance and friendship”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Reyna said, swinging her sword again. “Something they’ll hate worse than Apollo.” Her eyes lit up. “Apollo, sing for them!”
She might as well have kicked me in the face again. “My voice isn’t that bad!”
“But you’re the—You used to be the god of music, right? If you can charm a crowd, you should be able to repulse one. Pick a song these birds will hate!”
Great. Not only had Reyna laughed in my face and busted my nose, now I was her go-to guy for repulsiveness.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tyrant’s Tomb