Rick Riordan
Rick Riordan
Richard Russell "Rick" Riordan, Jr. is an American author known for writing the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series, which is about a twelve-year-old who discovers he is a son of Poseidon. His books have been translated into 37 languages and sold more than 30 million copies in the US. Twentieth Century Fox has adapted the first two books of his Percy Jackson series as part of a series of films. His books have spawned related media, such as graphic novels...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth5 June 1964
CountryUnited States of America
Teach you to try marrying me, you idiot!
Curse Hermes and his multi-vitamins!
A surgeon would never hesitate to amputate a rotting hand, no matter how faithfully it had served its owner in the past.
Lovely. Imprisoned in a nursery school dungeon.
As a magician, you must think about chaos and order. Those are the two forces that control the universe.
Who are you and why are you my cat?
You're a Demigod Percy, half god and half mortal!
A guy in Greek armor drew his sword and charged, but slipped in a puddle of pina colada.
He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.
i remembered the myth about Andromeda and how she had been chained to a rock by her own parents as a sacrifice to a sea monster. Maybe she'd gotten too many F's on her report card or something.
Now, I figured that the built-up gas in most boys' locker rooms was enough to cause an explosion, so I wasn't surprised when the flaming dodgeball ignited a huge WHOOOOOOOM!
Words are the source of all power. And names are more than just a collection of letters.
Our camels plodded along. Katrina tried to kiss, or possibly spit on Hindenburg, and Hindenburg farted in response. I found this a depressing commentary on boy-girl relationships.
I named my camel Katrina. She was a natural disaster. She slobbered everywhere and seemed to think the purple streak in my hair was some kind of exotic fruit. She was obsessed with trying to eat my head. I named Walt's camel Hindenburg. He was almost as large as a zeppelin and definitely as full of gas.