Frases de Rick Riordan

página 12

“Team Leo.”

“Mitos nada mais são do que histórias sobre verdades que esquecemos.”

“Escolhido por engano, não era sua hora, Um herói que, em Valhala, não pode permanecer agora. Em nove dias o sol irá para o leste, Antes que a Espada do Verão a fera liberte.”

“Percy: Não ganho um beijo para dar sorte? É uma espécie de tradição, certo?
Annabeth: Volte vivo, cabeça de alga. Então veremos.”

“Quer dizer que todo mundo aqui toma Bebsi quando come bizza?”

“wi-fi sem lag, sinceridade de político, uma impressora que realmente imprime, comida frita saudável e uma aula de gramática interessante!”

“Dessa vez, não olhei para trás.”

“Quer dizer, era de esperar que o senhor dos titãs tivesse aprendido suas lições eras atrás, quando foi derrubado pelos deuses. Era de se esperar que ser picado em um milhão de pedacinhos e jogado na parte mais escura do Mundo Inferior lhe desse uma dica sutil de que ninguém o queria por perto. Mas não.”

“Ah, agora somos amigos de novo? — questionou a espada. — Não. Hã-hã. A gente terminou. — Jacques fez uma pausa. — Mas seu filho é legal. Gosto dele. Desde que não esteja planejando me trocar para se casar com uma giganta.”

“Gleipnir, Gleipnir, forte e resistente, prendeu o focinho do Lobo fortemente.” Os humanos não aprendem isso?”

“Bora Bora.”

“as sete qualidades heroicas que estarei abordando no meu próximo livro, Sete qualidades heroicas, que estará disponível na loja de presentes de Valhala.”

“What in the world are you thinking?” She sounded pretty flustered.
“I try not to think,” Leo admitted. “It interferes with being nuts. Just concentrate on moving that Celestial bronze. Echo, you ready?”

“If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?”

“You both should feel honored.”
“Right, very honored,” I said. “Always wanted to be possessed!”

“I survive all those battles," she growled, "and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!”

“Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo--as pale and gaunt as he looked--might be more than he could handle.”

“Leo,” Hazel gasped, “I can’t—my arms—”
“Hazel,” he said. “Do you trust me?”
“No!”
“Me neither,” Leo admitted.”

“We'd spent maybe ten minutes together, during which time I'd accidentally swung a sword at her, she'd saved my life, and I'd run away chased by a band of supernatural killing machines. You know, your typical chance meeting.”

“The right choice is hardly ever the easy choice.”

“Hazel!” he yelled. “That box! Open it!”
She hesitated, then saw the box he meant. Te label read WARNING. DO NOT OPEN.
“Open it!” Leo yelled again.”

“No,’ Nico said. ‘Getting a second life is one thing. Making it a better life, that’s the trick.’ As soon as he said it, Nico realized he could’ve been talking about himself. He decided not to bring that up.”

“Her name badge read: Hello! My name is DIE, DEMIGOD SCUM!”

“Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.”

“Laistry…. I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?"
"Canadians.”

“Doughboy," I said. "What is this scroll?"
"A spell lost in time!" he pronounced. "Ancient words of tremendous power!"
"Well?" I demanded. "Does it tell how to defeat Set?"
"Better! The title reads: The Book of Summoning Fruit Bats!”

“Myths are simply stories about truths we've forgotten.”

“I wasn't aiming at the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.”

“That's it, cupcake. You're going down.”

“They both (Thalia and Hera) glared at her, and for three long seconds, Piper wasn’t sure which one of them was going to kill her first.”

“As he fell toward the highway, a horrible scenario flashed through his mind: his body smashing against an SUV's windshield, some annoyed commuter trying to push him off with the wipers. "Stupid 16-year-old kid falling from the sky! I'm late!”

“He looked at the silver pocketknife in his hand. An idea came to him – possibly the stupidest, craziest idea he’d had since he thought, Hey, I’ll get Percy to swim in the River Styx! He’ll love me for that!”

“Coach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. “How come I never get invited on these violent trips?”

“Whoa," said Nico as he climbed off the bus. "Is that a climbing wall?"
"Yeah," I (Percy) said.
"Why is there lava pouring down it?"
"Little extra challenge…" - Percy”

“I’m the god of funerals. I know every death custom in the world—how to die properly, how to prepare the body and soul for the afterlife. I live for death.”
“You must be fun at parties,” I said.”

“Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma."
Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. "Ah… yes. John Green."
"Jason Grace."
"Whatever," the god said.”

“Yep, that pretty much describes my life: because Poseidon.”

“I uncapped the blade, flung open the door, and found myself face-to-face with a black pegasus. Its voice spoke in my mind as it clopped away from the sword blade.”

“Tyson," I said "We're turning around!"
Going the wrong way?" he asked.
Always," I grumbled, but I steered the chariot towards the stands.”

“There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.”

“Nothing lasts forever, not even the best machines. And everything can be reused.
- Hephaestus”