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“Um..." Hazel faltered. "You mean you won't... you're not going to-"
"Claim your life?" Thantos asked. "Well, let's see..."
He pulled a pure-black iPad from thin air. Death, tapped the screen a few times, and all Frank could think was: Please don't let there be an app for reaping souls.
"I don't see you on the list," Thantos said. "Pluto gives me specific orders for escaped souls, you see. For some reason, he has not issued a warrant for yours. Perhaps he feels your life is not finished, or it could be n oversight. If you'd like me to call and ask-"
"No!" Hazel yelped. "That's okay."
"Are you sure?" Death asked helpfully. "I have video-conferencing enabled. I have his Skype address here somewhere...”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

“Curse us eh/I'll make you pay!/I don't want to rhyme all day!”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“Come on," I said. "I've got some questions for Thoth. And then I'm going to punch him in the beak.”
― Rick Riordan, The Red Pyramid

“You can't call a ninja lord dweeb.”
― Rick Riordan, The Maze of Bones

“It's stupid, what keeps families apart”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Chiron looked surprised. 鈥淚 thought that would be obvious enough. The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“I tossed the book aside. Great. My dad was a D-list god who frolicked in the woods. He was probably eliminated early last season on Dancing with the Asgardians.”
― Rick Riordan

“Taste this." Rick held out a wooden spoon smothered in sauce, cradling the underside with his free hand.

"That's heaven." Laney licked the spoon clean. "When I die, bury me in a vat of that." She kissed Rick on the lips and heaved the groceries onto the counter.

"I feel like I'll be too sad to cook that much, what with you dead and all." He turned back to the pot, stirring the sauce as gently as he'd handle a newborn baby. "Though if we have a little advance warning, I could stockpile it in the freezer."

"Absolutely. I'll do what I can to die a slow death." Laney smirked. "All in the name of the sauce, of course.”
― Emily Liebert, You Knew Me When

“Unrequited love sucks. It should be against the law.鈥�
She brightened.
鈥淚f it was, then I could have Rick arrest me. I鈥檇 love to be handcuffed to him.”
― Carla Cassidy, Last Gasp

“- Tai j奴s 鈥� Rikas? Vadinasi, j奴s 鈥� Rikas!
- o kas 膷ia juokinga, vaikeliuk? Senis irgi nori pasijuokti!
- J奴s nesuprasite, a拧 膷ia 拧寞 t膮 prisiminiau. Cha cha! 鈥� A拧aros sruvo Etiliui per skruostus tiesiai 寞 burn膮. Jis vis mu拧臈 kum拧膷iu 寞 stal膮 ir kartojo: - Vadinasi, j奴s 鈥� Rikas! Kas b奴t懦 gal臈j臋s pamanyti, kad taip juokingai! Nei p奴psan膷i懦 raumen懦, nei valingo smakro, nei 拧autuvo. Tik pilnas pinig懦 kap拧as, smaragdinis 啪iedas ir atsiki拧臋s pilvas!
- Ei, galvok, k膮 拧neki! A拧 gal ir ne Apolonoas, bet...
- Duokite rank膮, Rikai. Seniai nor臈jau su jumis susipa啪inti. Tai j奴s u啪kariausite Mars膮 su kokteili懦 plaktuvais, supinatoriais, pokerio kauliukais, jodin臈toj懦 拧maik拧tais, auliniais batais, languotomis kepi ir romu.
- A拧 viso labo tik kuklus biznesmenas, - droviai nuleid臋s akutes pasak臈 Van Plankas. 鈥� Dirbu savo darb膮 ir gaunu u啪 tai kukl懦 u啪mokest寞. Bet, kaip sakiau, Mortai, a拧 jau seniai galvoju, kad reikia apr奴pinti Mars膮 d臈dul臈s Vigilio 啪aislais ir Diko treisio komiksais 鈥� ten tie dalykai bus naujov臈. 艩itokia didel臈 prekybos rinka,- juk pas jus niekas n臈ra gird臈j臋s apie politines karikat奴ras, ar ne? Na, matai! Trumpai dr奴tai - mes apibersime Mars膮 visokiomis g臈ryb臈mis. Jie m奴s懦 prekes grobstyte i拧grobstys, vaikeliuk! Kas nenor臈s kvepal懦, pary啪ieti拧k懦 sukneli懦, mading懦 kombinezon懦, sakyk? O auk拧膷iausios klas臈s avalyn臈?..
- Mes vaik拧tome basi.
- K膮 a拧 gird啪iu? 鈥� kreip臈si 寞 lubas R.R. 鈥� Klajojan膷i懦 啪emdirbi懦 planeta? Klausyk, D啪o, mes tuo pasir奴pinsim. Sug臈dinsim visus, ir jie apsiaus. O tada parduosime jiems bat懦 tepalo.
- O!
Jis pliauk拧tel臈jo Etiliui per rank膮.
- Tai kaip, tinka? Nori b奴ti techninis mano filmo direktorius? Prad啪iai gausi po du 拧imtus per savait臋, o 寞 gal膮 tur臈si iki penki懦 拧imt懦. K膮 pasakysi?
- Mane pykina, - pasak臈 Etilis. Jis buvo i拧g臈r臋s vis膮 鈥濵anheten膮鈥� ir dabar jau prad臈jo m臈lti.
- Persipra拧au. nemaniau, kad tave 拧itaip susuks.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Concrete Mixer

“Only a heart that denies itself can come between need and greed.”
― VKBoy, Shambala Sect