“He’d perfected his wolf stare over the last few months–a look that said: However bad you think you are, I’m worse. After strangling sea monsters and running over gorgons in a police car, Percy wasn’t scared of gangs. Pretty much nothing in the mortal world scared him anymore.”
-The Son of Neptune
Mr. Percy “Lupa taught me the wolf stare” Jackson. Gods look at him. Some lighting studies with everyone’s favorite demigod
AS PREDICTED re-reading Bartimaeus 3 has me real real fucked up. my GOD. villain, interrupted. the terror of trust in practice. the inertia of empire. ambition as self-obliteration. unlearning your parents’ fear. a cycle of abuse spiraling from one boy’s childhood to the furthest reaches of the perceivable universe. a girl being snapped apart by injustice, flinging each jagged shard back into the eye of the oppressor. recognizing that your life’s work has been violence and accepting that the road to reparations is a tightrope made of razor wire. and this COMEDIC CHILDREN’S SERIES is not world famous why????
