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“He [Riptide] sighed. "I said, 'What are you doing all the way out here?' and you said, 'Hey, sparkling teeth, I totally love three of your claws but not the others, and I wish your nose was a herrig so I could eat it, and also your wings sound like sharks snoring.'"
Tsunami burst out laughing.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Lost Heir

“I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.”
― Katy Evans, Real

“He grabs me and scoops me up like I weigh nothing, then he raises his voice as he swings around, angry and commanding. 鈥淚t鈥檚 because of this woman I鈥檓 still fighting!鈥�

A sudden silence falls across the crowd, and Remington鈥檚 hard, enraged voice continues telling them, 鈥淣ext time I'm on the ring, I'm going to fucking win for her, and I want all of you who hurt her tonight to bring her a red rose and tell her it鈥檚 from me!”
― Katy Evans, Real

“Percy glanced over. He saw the fallen giant and seemed to understand what was happening. He yelled something that was lost in the wind, probably: Go!
Then he slammed Riptide into the ice at his feet. The entire glacier shuddered. Ghosts fell to their knees. Behind Percy, a wave surged up from the bay-a wall of gray water even taller than the glacier. Water shot from the chasms and crevices in the ice. As the wave hit, the back half of the camp crumbled. The entire edge of the glacier peeled away, cascading into the void-carrying buildings, ghosts, and Percy Jackson over the edge.”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

“You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like... like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan鈥檚 Curse

“What was I thinking?" Chiron cried. " I can't let you get away without this."
He pulled a pen from his coat pocket. It was an ordinary disposable ballpoint, black ink, removable cap. Probably thirty cents.
Gee," I said. "Thanks."
Percy, that's a gift from your father. I've kept it for years, not knowing you were who I was waiting for. But the profecy is clear to me now. You are the one.
I remembered the feild trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, when I'd vaporized Mrs. Dodds. Chiron had thrown me a pen that turned into a sword. Could this be...?
I took off the cap, and the pen grew longer and heavier in my hand. In half a second, I held a shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a leather=wrapped grip, and a flat hilt riveted with gold studs. It was the first weapon that actually felt balanced in my hands.
The sword has a long and tragic history that we need not go into," Chiron told me. "It's name is Anaklusmos."
Riptide," I translated, surprised the Ancient Greek came so easily.
Use it only for emergencies" Chiron said, "and only against monsters No hero should harm mortals unless absolutely, of course, but this sword wouldn't harm them in any case.”
― Rick Riordan

“He smiles, his palpable charisma pulling me in like low tide. Or riptide.”
― Lisa Daily, Single-Minded

“As his blond head hit the pillows he patted his chest and winked at her. 鈥淐ome on up, sweetheart.”
― Susan Hayes

“There鈥檚 an overlapping echo of waves dancing in my brain, and I can hear amidst it also the skittering exodus of a thousand crustaceans over the shifting sands of Riptide.

Are they exploring?

Scavenging?

Migrating possibly.

I cannot see them in this darkness, yet hold in mind briefly the image of their silhouettes against the shimmering sea reflecting the crimson evening sky, and through this immersion it becomes difficult to know what is real...”
― Ashim Shanker, trenches parallax leapfrog

“It鈥檚 a riptide. You don鈥檛 fight the current.”
― Kristy McGinnis, Motion of Intervals

“It鈥檚 a riptide. You don鈥檛 fight the current Rachel, that鈥檚 how even strong swimmers exhaust themselves and die. Swim parallel to the coast instead. The ocean鈥檚 gonna get bored of you eventually, she鈥檒l let you go if you鈥檙e patient enough and don鈥檛 fight her.”
― Kristy McGinnis, Motion of Intervals