Va de citas... Percy Jackson II y III

Acabo de terminar mi maratón de Percy Jackson. Ayer terminé el útlimo libro y, claro, tengo citas. Pensé hacer una entrada por libro, pero he decidido economizar, así que aquí van los libros dos y tres.

Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters (edición original de Puffin Books)

Chapter 7. I Accept Gifts from a Stranger. Como adoro a Hermes.

"Never question a gift", Hercules chided. "This is a collector's item from Hercules Busts Heads. The first season".
"Hercules Busts Heads?"
"Great show". Hermes sighted. "Back before Hephaestus-TV was all reality programming. Of course, the Flask would be worth much more if I had the whole lunch box —".
Hermes gazed up at the stars. "My dear young cousin, if there's one thing I have learned over the aeons, it's that you can't give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it. It doesn't matter if they hate you, or embarrass you, or simply don't appreciate your genius for inventing the internet—"
"You invented the internet?"
It was my idea, Martha said.
Rats are delicious, George said.
"It was my idea". Hermes said. "I mean the internet, not the rats. But that's not the point. Percy, do you understand what I'm saying about family?"
"I—I'm not sure".

Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse (edición original de Puffin Books)

Chapter 4. Thalia Torches New England. ¡Adoro a Apollo!

“Sure, sis!” Then he raised his hands in a stop everything gesture. “I feel a haiku coming on”.
The hunters all groaned. Apparently they’d met Apollo before.
He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.

“Green grass breaks through the snow.
Artemis pleads for my help.
I am so cool”

He grinned at us, waiting for applause.
“The last line was only four syllables”, Artemis said.
Apollo frowned. “Was it?”
“Yes. What about I am so big-headed?”
“No, no, that’s six syllables. Hmm.” He started muttering to himself.
Zoë Nightshade turned to us. “Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. `Tis is not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I’d had to hear one more poem that started with, There was once a goddess from Sparta—”

“I’ve got it!” Apollo announced. “I am awesome. That’s five syllables!” He bowed, looking very pleased with himself”.

Chapter 9. I Learned How to Grow Zombies. Blackjack, el pegaso más cool de la historia y tío del vino.

God Alert! Blackjack yelled. It’s the wine dude!
Mr D sighted in exasperation. “The next person, or horse, who calls me “the wine dude” will end up in a bottle of Merlot”.

Y por hoy, hasta aquí.

Alena