At first, when she saw him stumbling up the highway with the old lady in
his arms, Hazel had thought he might be a god in disguise. Even though
he was beat up, dirty, and stooped with exhaustion, he’d had an aura of
He had the good looks of a Roman god, with sea-green eyes and windblown black hair.
TO THE LONELY ONES: Most people carry that pain around inside them their
whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills
them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the
pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. You have learned to
break the world that has tried to break you.
“…a chasm opened in the earth and out of it coal-black horses sprang, drawing a chariot and driven by one who had a look of dark splendor, majestic and beautiful and terrible. He caught her to him and held her close. The next moment she was being borne away from the radiance of earth in springtime to the world of the dead by the king who rules it.” —— Edith Hamilton
“I’m getting us to the beach. I fight better near water.” “Becuase Posiedon?” Meg asked, steadying herself against the door handle. “Yep,” Percy agreed. “That pretty much describes my entire life: Because Posiedon.” // THE TRIALS OF APOLLO
pjo history → an issue of the olympian daily during wwii
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since my post on pjo history received such a response, which i can’t thank you all enough for, i wanted to create a lil snippet from “the olympian daily,” the go-to newspaper for all the best updates; they publish new issues faster than hermes can run!