Me, in class, doing social science questions about forced cultivation while listening to The Underworld Saga and heard Polites and Odysseus' mother part in "The Underworld"
Kisra, beside me: What the fuck is this song?
Me, covering my mouth while my tears fall: You won't understand, man.
i admire the way rick writes percy. from the moment poseidon claims percy, we see that he is destined to be incredibly powerful. and this is further proven as we see percy use his powers to fight and strategize his way out of every battle he's in. yet, it isn't his external struggles that reel us in, but his internal ones. it's his hatred for luke conflicting with his love for annabeth. it's his guilt for killing with ease conflicting with his hunger for more power. it's his drive for keeping everyone he loves alive conflicting with his desire to k*ll himself. percy is so beautifully written that i could cry.
He sees the beautiful painting of Sleeping Beauty and notes how lively the celebration was. He wonders then that if he were living in that moment, would he have been invited as well? Because if he wasn't...
He might just fuck them up real bad by casting clouds of destruction and fly away after a beautiful, beautiful parting gift of curses.