Book: Percy Jackson and the lightning thief

I thought about mom, but came up with only good memories: her smile, stories that she read to me at night when I was very young, and she reassured me that will not allow the bed bugs bite.

My dad teaches at West point, ' she replied. I haven't seen him since when I was little. He teaches classes in American history.
- So he's human?
- What? So you thought only the gods-men seem to be attractive human women. Well, you're a misogynist!

... Was a great guy in the first thirty seconds of our acquaintance, and then showed itself in all its glory as a first-class bastard.

I have almost no memories of him except for a trace of his gently glowing smile.

And they continued to talk if I'm not at all.

Almost all the time I was in irritation and wound up with a half-turn.

He walked funny, like every step was causing him terrible pain, but this is just Eyewash. You should have seen how he with all his racing in a coffee shop when there is baked enchilada.

Look, I didn't want to be a halfling.

- You're the boss with this knife! - I marveled.
- You think?
- Anyone who is able to take a ride on the furies, well done, in my opinion.

I could up the mood because my mom just entered the room. Her eyes sparkled and changed color depending on the lighting. The smile was warm, like a warm quilt on a cold night. In my mother's long brown hair got some gray strands, but I never considered her old. When mom looked at me, it seemed like she sees me as only a good one.

In a sense, it's good to know that somewhere out there, there are Greek gods as there is for someone else to blame if it's stuck.

Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed - who will be the patron of Athens. As a gift to your dad opened a source of salt water, and my mom planted an olive tree. People saw that her gift is better here and the city was named in her honor.
- Probably, just because they loved olives.
- Leave me alone.
- Now if she'd invented pizza - that I understand!

- Zeus will destroy you! - she promised. - Hades will take your soul!
- Braccas meus vescimini! - loudly I shouted.
Still don't understand how I popped up this Latin phrase. I think she meant: "fuck you!"

It's funny how people are able to envelop what is happening different intricacies of the words, adjusting it to fit your own version of reality.