Ship Of The Dead Quotes

“A little secret, Magnus. There is no good and evil. There’s only capable and incapable. I am capable.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“THAT AWKWARD moment when you lock eyes with two friends hanging in cages in a giant’s kitchen. And one of them recognizes you and begins to shout your name, but you do not want your name shouted.
Blitzen staggered to his feet, gripped the bars of his cage, and yelled, “MAG—”
“—NIFICENT!” I bellowed over him. “What beautiful specimens!”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Maybe it was just my imagination, but before Alex went down the ladder, she gave me a look like You okay? Or maybe she was just wondering why I was so weird, as per usual.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Yikes! I thought. Yikes, yikes, yikes! I am eloquent in times of danger.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Somebody sent those wolves to retrieve something—maybe the same something I’m looking for.”
Alex considered. “You think Loki sent the wolves.”
I shrugged. “Loki’s gonna Loki.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“I LIKE my rivers the way I like my enemies—slow, wide, and lazy.
I rarely get what I like.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Honey?” I asked.
“Don’t you dare call me that,” Alex growled. Possibly he was kidding. I didn’t want to ask.”
― Rick Riordan

“I was the first to regain my wits. I hate it when that happens.
“Hello,” I said to the giant.
I’m diplomatic that way, always knowing the right greeting.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Alex allowed herself the space of three heartbeats to grieve. I could count them, because that gross muscle between Pottery Barn’s hands was still beating.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Eldhusfifls!” Halfborn roared.
(That was another of his favorite insults. As he explained it, an eldhusfifl was a fool who sat by the communal fire all day, so basically, a village idiot. Plus, it just sounded insulting: el-doos-feef-full.)”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“All I’m saying is the most powerful demigod of our generation is sitting right here, and it isn’t me.” He nodded to Annabeth. “Wise Girl can’t shape-shift or breathe underwater or talk to pegasi. She can’t fly, and she isn’t superstrong. But she’s crazy smart and good at improvising. That’s what makes her deadly. Doesn’t matter whether she’s on land, in water, in the air, or in Tartarus. Magnus, you were training with me all weekend. I think you should’ve been training with Annabeth instead.”
Annabeth’s stormy gray eyes were hard to read. At last she said, “Okay, that was sweet.” She kissed Percy on the cheek.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Percy wadded up his falafel wrapper. Along with being a water-breather, the dude also had the ability to inhale food.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Jack followed me around the deck, alternating between Abba hits (Vikings are huge Abba fans) and telling me stories about the old days when he and Frey would roam the Nine Worlds, spreading sunshine and happiness and occasionally killing people.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Words can be more lethal than blades, Magnus. And Loki is a master of words. To beat him, you must find your inner poet. Only one thing can give you a chance to beat Loki at his own game.”
“Mead,” I guessed. “Kvasir’s Mead.”
The answer didn’t sit right with me. I’d been on the streets long enough to see how well “mead” improved people’s skills. Pick your poison: beer, wine, vodka, whiskey. Folks claimed they needed it to get through the day. They called it liquid courage. It made them funnier, smarter, more creative. Except it didn’t. It just made them less able to tell how unfunny and stupid they were acting.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“T.J. rushed past me, heading for the prow, and nearly impaled me with his bayonet. “Magnus, hold that line!” he yelled, waving at pretty much every rope on the ship.
I grabbed the nearest bit of rigging and pulled as hard as I could, hoping I had the right line, or hoping I at least looked helpful while doing the wrong thing.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Amazingly, I felt like I had a plan. Not all the details. Not even most of the details. More like I’d been spun around blindfolded, then somebody had put a stick in my hand and faced me in the general direction of the piñata and said Start swinging.
But it was better than nothing.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Back when I was a regular mortal kid, I didn’t know much about combat.
I had some murky ideas that armies would line up, blow trumpets, and then march forward to kill one another in an orderly fashion. If I thought about Viking combat at all, I would envision some dude yelling SHIELD WALL! and a bunch of hairy blond guys calmly forming ranks and merging their shields into some cool geometric pattern like a polyhedron or a Power Ranger Megazord.
Actual battle was nothing like that. At least, not any version I’d ever been in.
It was more like a cross between interpretive dance, lucha libre wrestling, and a daytime talk show fight.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“My gut told me that the giantesses would be much more powerful if they combined forces, like they had when they sank our ship. We were only alive so far because each of the sisters was intent on killing her own target. We had succeeded at being just that individually annoying.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Besides, killing a ring dragon is a very personal thing. You would have to wield me yourself. An act like that affects your wyrd.”
I frowned. “You mean it affects you weirdly?”
“No. Your wyrd.”
“You’re weird,” I muttered.
“He means fate,” Blitzen put in, signing as he spoke for Hearth’s benefit.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“I recalled my encounter with the sea goddess Ran, who had described her husband as a hipster who liked microbrewing. At the time, the description had been too weird to comprehend. Afterward, it had seemed funny. Now it seemed a little too real, because I was pretty sure the hipster god in question was standing right in front of me.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Welp,” I said, which was usually how I started conversations about ways to save our butts from certain destruction. “Any ideas?”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“I don’t mean to be rude,” I said to Aegir, “but is your chef on fire?”
“Oh, Eldir has been like that for centuries. Ever since my other servant, Fimafeng, got killed by Loki, which left Eldir with twice as much work and made him burning mad!”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“You’re the god of fishing,” Blitzen said.
Njord frowned. “Other things as well, Mr. Dwarf.”
“Please, call me Blitz,” said Blitz. “Mr. Dwarf was my father.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“From the hood of his car, he hefted a large green insulated pack—the kind Fadlan’s Falafel used for deliveries. “This is for you, Magnus. I hope you enjoy.”
The scent of fresh falafel wafted out. True, I’d eaten falafel just a few hours ago, but my stomach growled because...well, more falafel. “Man, you’re the best.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“As our ship tumbled, free-falling through the eye of a saltwater cyclone, the nine giant maidens spiraled around us, weaving in and out of the tempest so they appeared to drown over and over again. Their faces contorted in anger and glee.
Their long hair lashed us with icy spray. Each time they emerged, they wailed and shrieked, but it wasn’t just random noise. Their screams had a tonal quality, like a chorus of whale songs played through heavy feedback. I even caught snippets of lyrics: boiling mead...wave daughters...death for you! It reminded me of the first time Halfborn Gunderson played Norwegian black metal for me.
After a few bars, it dawned on me...Oh, wait. That’s supposed to be music!”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Halfborn Gunderson was slumped over the rudder, blood dripping from an ugly gash on his forehead.
For a moment, I thought, Eh, Halfborn gets killed that way all the time. Then I remembered we were not in Valhalla anymore. Wherever this was, if we died here, we would not get a do-over.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“But didn’t dwarves kill Kvasir? How did giants get the mead?”
T.J. shrugged. “All the old stories are basically about one group murdering another group to steal their stuff. That’s probably how.”
This made me proud to be a Viking.”
― Rick Riordan

“Long story short: Alderman took the cursed ring. He put it on and turned even crazier and eviler, which I hadn’t thought possible.
Personally, I liked my cursed rings to at least do something cool, like turn you invisible and let you see the Eye of Sauron. Andvari’s ring had no upside. It brought out the worst in you—greed, hate, jealousy. According to Hearth, it would eventually change you into a bona fide monster so your outside could be as repulsive as your inside.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead