142. There is a tribe of rouge demigods that have made their home in Alaska. The tribe teaches that when push comes to shove killing another demigod, breaking a vow, straying from a prophecy, and even ultimately defying a god is okay. If you feel it necessary to do so then do it.
What kind of animal am I eating?”
Sam wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “It’s named Saehrimnir.”
“Okay, first of all, who names their dinner? I don’t want to know my dinner’s name. This potato–is this potato named Steve?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, stupid. That’s Phil. The bread is Steve
You used to tease me around and push books out of my hands, that sort of thing, but never actually got physical with me. You saved me after some guy punched a few times, grumbling about how no one else picked on me but you. (Featuring punk! Percy)