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“Keep climbing,' he told himself.
'Cheeseburgers,' his stomach replied.
'Shut up,' he thought.
'With fries,' his stomach complained.”
― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

“Christmas in the Underworld was NOT my idea.
If I'd known what was coming, I would've called in sick. I could've avoided an army of demons, a fight with a Titan, and a trick that almost got my friends and me cast into eternal darkness.
But no, I had to take my stupid English exam.”
― Rick Riordan, The Demigod Files

“The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“Right," she said, "We're going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn't think negative.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“The usual warmth of his hands wasn鈥檛 there. They chilled my skin as they slipped to my waist, and I realized he was scared.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“Hazel frowned. "Why that one?"

"You don't see the ghost?" Frank asked.

"Ghost?" Nico asked.

Okay... if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely wrong.”
― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

&濒诲辩耻辞;笔濒别补蝉别!鈥�
That word didn鈥檛 make sense to Nico. The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice.
鈥榊ou鈥檙e already dead,鈥� Nico said. 鈥榊ou鈥檙e a ghost with no tongue, no memory. You won鈥檛 be sharing any secrets.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“A star becomes a sun, under the pressure of darkness.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“This is the gate between the living and the dead", he said. "You are still living. The others on the grounds died very long time ago."

A chill ran through me. "And you?"

"Me?" The corner of his mouth twitched. "I rule the dead. I am not one of them”
― Aimee Carter, The Goddess Test

“Realization hit his face like a bomb. His hand trembled on my cheek, and he looked down to the ground, no longer able to hold my gaze.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“Each of us has his own way of emerging from the underworld, mine is by writing. That's why the only way I can keep going, if at all, is by writing, not through rest and sleep. I am far more likely to achieve peace of mind through writing than the capacity to write through peace.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

“she told me to be my own hero. Inside of all of us was the potential for greatness鈥攁ll it took was a change in perspective. 鈥淵ou can burn brighter than they can, if you have too.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“For a second, fire flared inside of him, not like mine, but the fire of a man about to lose control.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“Do you want me?鈥� he whispered. It was a simple but loaded question. The answer, like it could remove all anguish from the past few weeks, stood out in my head. 鈥淵es.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“There are two types of men, Karolina. The ones who can admire the greatness of the little flower. Or the ones who try to control it.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“I had plans, Karolina, and I chose power over love.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“You can burn brighter than they can, if you have too.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“she told me to be my own hero. Inside of all of us was the potential for greatness鈥攁ll it took was a change in perspective.”
― M. R. Noble a, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“I couldn鈥檛 remember a time when I felt the type of love Miruna had. Eternal love. The kind which keeps one going when one is ninety and alone.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“I looked into those eyes and I saw nothing. It was like staring straight into the Underworld. Like he aches to return to where he came from.”
― Marie Lu, The Rose Society

“Aren鈥檛 all fairy tales based in fact? You yourself are supposed to be nothing more than a myth.
Pandora鈥檚 box is a story parents read to their children at night,鈥� she countered. 鈥淭hat means life itself is a
fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Night

“Time is the narrator of life. Without Time speaking, nothing would exist.”
― Frank Lambert, Ghost Doors

“Doors vurst open all along the walls, and skeletal warriors marched in, hundreds of them, from every time period and nation in Western civilization. They lined the perimeter of the room, blocking the exits.
Hades bellowed, "Do you think I want war godling?"
I wanted to say, 'Well, these guys don't look like peace activists'. But I thought that might be a dangerous answer.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“Gods whose dominion is over the Souls, Shades without sound, Void, and you, Burning River, and you, broad Spaces voiceless beneath the Night, may I remain sinless in telling what has been told to me, and, by your divine assent, reveal truth sunk in depths of earth and gloom.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“It looks like a prisoner of war camp to me." Fiona threw her rucksack down in disgust. "I was expecting a five-star hotel at least.”
― Cathy MacPhail, Missing

“It's how the news becomes so powerful it doesn't need TV or newspapers. It exists in people's perceptions. It's something they invent, strong enough to seem real. It's the news without the media.”
― Don DeLillo

“I, too, have been in the underworld, even as Odysseus, and I shall often be there again. Not sheep alone have I sacrificed that I might be able to converse with a few dead souls, but I have not spared my own blood. Four pairs did not reject my sacrifices: Epicurus and Montaigne, Goethe and Spinoza, Plato and Rousseau, Pascal and Schopenhauer. With them I must come to terms when I have long wandered alone. I will let them agree and disagree with me, and listen to them when, in proving me right or wrong, they agree and disagree with one another. In all I say, decide, or think out for myself or for others, I fasten my eyes on those eight and see their eyes fastened on mine.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human: A Book for Free Spirits

“Neither light nor wind makes its way here, yet the king's sun enters." Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she could vaguely make out an approaching figure. Draped in a long, thin veil, he reached her, and bony fingers gently grasped her hand, lifting it to his covered mouth for a soft kiss. "You do not visit my kingdom often, Queen Persephone. Your nightmares keep you awake. They keep you from me."

"Hypnos," she whispered, resisting the urge to pull away from this strange God. "I have not come to talk about my dreams," Persephone continued. "You know who I am; do you know why I have come?”
― Heidi Hastings, Hades And Persephone: Curse Of The Golden Arrow

“Let the monster cave-dog howl his howl forever
And keep on terrifying bloodless shades...”
― Seamus Heaney, Aeneid Book VI

“What possesses the poor souls? Why this mad desire
To get back to the light?”
― Seamus Heaney, Aeneid Book VI