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“Sad to say, in my four-thousand-plus years, the times I'd felt most at home had all happened during the past few months: at Camp Half-Blood, sharing a cabin with my demigod children; at the Waystation with Emma, Jo, Georgina, Leo and Calypso, all of us sitting around the kitchen table chopping vegetables from the garden for dinner; at the Cistern in Palm Springs with Meg, Grover, Mellie, Coach Hedge and a prickly assortment of cactus dryads; and now at Camp Jupiter, where the anxious, grief-stricken Romans, despite their many problems, despite the fact that I brought misery and disaster wherever I went, had welcomed me with respect, a room above their coffee shop and some lovely bed linen to wear.

These places were homes. Whether I deserved to be part of them or not - that was a different question.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tyrant’s Tomb

“Each person's grief has its own life span; it needs to follow its own path.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tyrant’s Tomb

“Rachel pulled out a blue plastic hairbrush and threw it at the nearest barbarian, beaning him in the eye and making him howl. Sorry I underestimated you, Rachel, I thought distantly. You’re actually kind of a hairbrush ninja.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“If you've ever been traumatised by someone, you'll understand. It doesn't take much to trigger those old fears: a look, a sound, a familiar situation.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tyrant’s Tomb