Heidi

“JEM: Is there a particular reason you keep biting vampires?
WILL: They don’t expect it.
JEM: Of course they don’t. They know what happens when one of us consumes vampire blood. They probably expect you to have more sense.
WILL: That expectation never seems to serve them very well, does it?
JEM: It hardly serves you, either.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Sacred Sibyl!” I cried. “Madam, there is something wrong with your midsection!”

The woman stopped, mystified, and looked down at her hugely swollen belly. “Well, I’m seven months pregnant.”
― Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

“Meg turned and gazed out the rear windshield, probably checking for any shiny blobs pursuing us. “At least we’re not being—”

“Don’t say it,” Percy warned.

Meg huffed. “You don’t know what I was going to—”

“You were going to say, ‘At least we’re not being followed,’” Percy said. “That’ll jinx us. Immediately we’ll notice that we are being followed. Then we’ll end up in a big battle that totals my family car and probably destroys the whole freeway. Then we’ll have to run all the way to camp.”

Meg’s eyes widened. “You can tell the future?”

"Don’t need to.” Percy changed lanes to one that was crawling slightly less slowly. “I’ve just done this a lot.”
― Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

“I’ll be back with the sandwiches,” she said. “But I had some leftover seven-layer dip.”

“Yum.” Percy dug in with a tortilla chip. “She’s kinda famous for this, guys.”

Sally ruffled his hair. “There’s guacamole, sour cream, refried beans, salsa—”

“Seven layers?” I looked up in wonder. “You knew seven is my sacred number? You invented this for me?”

Sally wiped her hands on her apron. “Well, actually, I can’t take credit—”

“You are too modest!” I tried some of the dip. It tasted almost as good as ambrosia nachos. “You will have immortal fame for this, Sally Jackson!”
― Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle