Apollo nodded and Dionysus bowed to the room, sweeping his arms out to the sides with a flourish. And then he was gone.I shook my head. “Okay. Who else thinks he was high as a...

I feel we need to remind the world about the Apollo missions and that we can still do impossible things.

Percy,” Apollo said, “I wouldn’t worry too much. The last Great Prophecy about you took almost seventy years to complete. This one may not even happen in your lifetime.”I thought about the lines Rachel had...

That’s not what this is.” I stared at Apollo, but damn, that globe fascinated him. “If there’s going to be a god gunning for my butt -” “It is a nice butt,” Aiden murmured as...

Hermes smiled. “I knew a boy once … oh, younger than you by far. A mere baby, really.”Here we go again, George said. Always talking about himself.Quiet! Martha snapped. Do you want to get set...

Whatever the reason we first mustered the _Apollo_ program, however mired it was in Cold War nationalism and the instruments of death, the inescapable recognition of the unity and fragility of the Earth is its...

I’ve got this.” Apollo stepped forward. His fiery armor was so bright it was hard to look at, and his matching Ray-Bans and perfect smile made him look like a male model for battle gear....

He remembered Apollo, smiling and tanned and completely cool in his shades. Thalia had said, He’s hot. He’s the sun god, Percy replied. That’s not what I meant. Why was Nico thinking about that now?...

Once upon a time, we soared into the Solar System. For a few years. Then we hurried back. Why? What happened? What was ‘Apollo’ really about?

I gotta say”—Apollo broke the silence—”these kids did okay.” He cleared his throat and began to recite: “Heroes win laurels—”Um, yes, first class,” Hermes interrupted, like he was anxious to avoid Apollo’s poetry.

You two should really get a room,” Apollo said from out of nowhere. “My poor eyes…”I groaned. Even in his true identity, he still had impeccable timing.”Gods,” Aiden spat. He pulled back, casting Apollo a...

Wow,” Thalia muttered. “Apollo is hot.” “He’s the sun god,” I said.”That’s not what I meant.

. Then I smile and in haste . . . I can’t help it! I worship your silhouette. How I gaze and can’t help but stare. I place my hands in your red hair. It...

I vote, I challenge Bathymaasy and we shoot arrows at you dearest brother.” ArtemisSet and Bathymaas laughed.Apollo, not so much.

The god laughed darkly. “Let’s just say I made sure he was playing on our team.”Curious, I started to ask how, but Apollo grinned at me. “Use your imagination,” he said, and my imagination went...

The driver got out smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, I had the uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy. This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy...

Apollo is hot, no pun intended.

Percy grunted. ‘Probably something to do with that creep Octavian. Maybe he was so bad at telling the future that he broke Apollo’s powers.

They do.” Apollo’s eyes narrowed on me. “But I was hoping there was something knocking around in her brain that held the answer to that little problem But—”Apollo smacked a hand down on my leg....

You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart.

He also telephoned the Real Time Computer Complex on the ground floor of the Operations Wing to ask that an additional big I.B.M. computer be brought onto the line.

Headache!” Zeus bellowed. “Bad. bad headache!”As if to prove his point, the lord of the universe slammed his face into his pancakes, which demolished the pancakes and the plate and put a crack in the...

Wasn’t that a season finale on Supernatural?’ When the boys nodded, my eyes rolled.’Seriously? Are Sam and Dean going to be there?

Kronos couldn’t have risen if it hadn’t been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents,” I said. “They felt angry, resentful, and unloved, and they had a good reason.”Zeus’s royal nostrils...

As additional precautions, Kranz requested that a two-hundred-foot radio antenna (called a deep-space dish) in Australia be added to the global network tracking and communicating with the spacecraft, and that additional computers at the Goddard...

Artemis grit her teeth. “I need a favor. I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood.” “Sure Sis!” then he raised his hands in a “stop...

Harlem’s Apollo is probably the most well-known music hall in the world.

I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”A god named Fred?

What we strive to restore and re-animate will never come from the promises of the middle class politicians, but will come instead from the spirit of the last Delphic prophecy, which foresaw that, ‘One day...

Strike, with hand of fire, O weird musician, thy harp strung with Apollo’s golden hair; fill the vast cathedral aisles with symphonies sweet and dim, deft toucher of the organ keys; blow, bugler, blow, until...

I wanted to play the Apollo because I didn’t think I was going to be on the earth long.

Little sister!” Apollo called. If his teeth were any whiter he could’ve blinded us without the sun car. “What’s up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!”Artemis sighed. “I’m fine, Apollo. And...

I hate those Socratic dialogues where everything gets drawn out at the pace of an excessively logical snail.

Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.””Apollo?” I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.He put his finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me...

God does not lie.

I looked at Thalia. “You’re afraid of heights.”Now that we were safely down the mountain, her eyes had their usual angry look. “Don’t be stupid.”That explains why you freaked out on Apollo’s bus. Why you...

Poetry is inspired by the elements of random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen.

I am so awesome. That’s five syllables!” He bowed, looking very pleased with himself.

He saw her eyes bright as stars; he saw her lips, and was not satisfied with only seeing them.

Different elevator music was playing since my last visit-that old disco song “Stayin’ Alive.” A terrifying image flashed through my mind of Apollo in bell-bottom pants and a slinky silk shirt.

He seemed to be staring at the chain hanging from the ceiling fan. Seconds later, he confirmed this by reaching out and tugging the chain. Light clicked on.He tugged the chain again.Light went off.Oh for...

Five syllables,” Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. “That would be real bad.