Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways
Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.
“I am the son of Hades,” Nico insisted. “Be gone!”
Minos laughed. ” you have no power over me. I am the lord of spirits! The ghost king!”
"No." Nico drew his sword. "I am.” (x)
She liked the watching the waves crash over each other while the sand filtered in between her toes. It was different from the Alaskan waters, of churning grey, and the sickness did not burn in her stomach when all she did was watch.The sunset was her favourite part —the way the water laps over the sky in one seamless kiss— if only she could paint all of the colours that were fabricated by something other than the gods themselves.
And I can’t change.
Even if I tried,
Even if I wanted to [x]
Nico doodle, because I had way too many feelings about him recently.
“When I closed my eyes, I fell asleep instantly.
That was my first day at Camp Half-Blood.
I wish I’d known how briefly I would get to enjoy my new home.”
“God alert!” Blackjack yelled. “It’s the wine dude!
Mr. D sighed in exasperation. “The next person, or horse, who calls me the ‘wine dude’ will end up in a bottle of Merlot!”
― The Titan’s Curse