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
I'm a teacher still, but with a much larger classroom.
Remake the world, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world.
Can we just call them storm spirits?” Leo asked. “Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.
Jason scratched his head. "You named him Festus? You know that in Latin, ‘festus’ means ‘happy’? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?
You began your journey here as a pup. Now you must find your way back. A new quest, a new start.
What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.
Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.
Because I know you, Percy Jackson. In many ways, you are impulsive, but when it comes to your friends, you are as constant as a compass needle. You are unswervingly loyal, and you inspire loyalty. You are the glue that will unite the seven.
Knowledge of any value can't be given. It must be sought and earned
Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.
Humans see what they want to see.
Great victory requires great risk. -Hera
Percy, we're going to Polyphemus' island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k...a C-y-k..." She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could've been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops. "You know what I mean!
Okay," Annabeth said. "What exactly do you smell?" "Something bad," Tyson answered. "Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up.