Dhieta Rain

“This was a few weeks ago," Annabeth said. "Percy told me a crazy story about meeting a boy our near Moriches Bay. Apparently this kid used hieroglyphs to cast spells. He helped Percy battle a crocodile monsters."

"The Sob of Sobek!" Sadie blurted. "But my brother battled that monster. He didn't say anything about-"

"Is your brother's name Carter?" Annabeth asked.

An angry golden aura flickered around Sadie's head-a halo of hieroglyphs that resembled frowns, fists, and dead stick men.

"As of this moment," Sadie growled, "My brother's name is Punching Bag.”
― Rick Riordan, The Staff of Serapis

“Oh, I believe you. It’s too ridiculous not to be true. It’s just that each time my world gets stranger, I think: Right. We’re at maximum oddness now. At least I know the full extent of it. First, I find out my brother and I are descended from the pharaohs and have magic powers. All right. No problem. Then I find out my dead father has merged his soul with Osiris and Why not? Then my uncle takes over the House of Life and oversees hundreds of magicians around the world. Then my boyfriend turns out to be a hybrid magician boy/immortal god of funerals. And all the while I’m thinking, Of course! Keep calm and carry on! I’ve adjusted! And then you come along on a random Thursday, la-di-da, and say, Oh, by the way, Egyptian gods are just one small part of the cosmic absurdity. We’ve also got the Greeks to worry about! Hooray! ”
― Rick Riordan, The Staff of Serapis

“Even in the Future the Story Begins with Once Upon a Time.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“Do you know how to mix our powers?’ I asked.

Carter’s shoes squished in the mud. ‘Well … not exactly.’

‘Oh, please,’ Sadie said. ‘That’s easy. Carter, give your wand to Percy.’

‘Why?’

‘Just do it, brother dear. Annabeth, do you remember when we fought Serapis?’

‘Right!’ Annabeth’s eyes lit up. ‘I grabbed Sadie’s wand and it turned into a Celestial bronze dagger, just like my old one. It was able to destroy Serapis’s staff. Maybe we can create another Greek weapon from an Egyptian wand. Good idea, Sadie.’

‘Cheers. You see, I don’t need to spend hours planning and researching to be brilliant. Now, Carter, if you please.”
― Rick Riordan, The Crown of Ptolemy