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
The gods need heroes. They always have.
What are you?” She demanded. “My dad? Osiris? Are you even alive?” Dad looked at Anubis. “What did I tell you about her? Fiercer than Ammit, I said.” “You didn’t need to tell me that.” Anubis’s face was grave. “I’ve learned to fear that sharp tongue.” Sadie looked outraged. “Excuse me?
You need to be prepared to move.” “Why?” I sat up and looked out the windshield, straight into a raging sandstorm. “Oh…
Doughboy, we need to talk.” Doughboy opened his wax eyes. “Finally! You realize how stuffy it is in there? At last you’ve remembered that you need my brilliant guidance.” “Actually we need to become a coat.
Well," I said. "If you need me, I'll be outside, playing with sharp objects.
Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.
I will deny I ever said this, of course, but the gods need heroes. They always have. Otherwise we would not keep you annoying little brats around." I feel so wanted. Thanks.
Fairness does not mean everyone gets the same. Fairness means everyone gets what they need.
With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.
We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes.
Boy," Annabeth interrupted, "I'm sure you both would've been wonderful at killing each other. But right now you need some rest.
But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions.
Coach Hedge yelled,“Thar she blows! Kansas, ahoy!” “Holy Hephaestus,” Leo muttered. “He really needs to work on his shipspeak.
They're not so bad. They just need some attention. ...Like pets. Or my brother.