Leo a Casavella, que es mi contempore¡neo. Leo a Grace Morales, que es mi contempore¡neo. Leo Allen Ginsberg, que es mi contempore¡neo. Leo a Pasolini, que es mi contempore¡neo. Leo a Cervantes, que es mi contempore¡neo. Leo a Dante y a Virgilio, porque son mis contempore¡neos. Solo leo a contempore¡neos. A antiguos y obsoletos, prefiero no acercarme, sean del siglo que sean.
Javier Perez Andeºjar
We started this together, Leo. Seems only right you come along. You find us a ride, you're in." "Yes!" Leo pumped his fist. * * * * * Jason gazed up at the dragon and shook his head in amazement. "Leo, what have you done?" "Found a ride!" Leo beamed. "You said I could go on the quest if I got you a ride. Well, I got you a class-A metallic flying bad boy! Festus can take us anywhere!
After a universal silence, Leo was the first to speak. 'Did anyone else notice-' 'Yes, ' Catherine said. 'What do you make of it?' 'I haven't decided yet.' Leo frowned and took a sip of port. 'He's not someone I would pair Bea with.' 'Whom would you pair her with?' 'Hanged if I know, ' Leo said. 'Someone with similar interests. The local veterinarian, perhaps?' 'He's eighty-three years old and deaf, ' Catherine said. 'They would never argue, ' Leo pointed out.
After a universal silence, Leo was the first to speak. "Did anyone else notice""" "Yes," Catherine said. "What do you make of it?" "I haven't decided yet." Leo frowned and took a sip of port. "He's not someone I would pair Bea with." "Whom would you pair her with?" "Hanged if I know," Leo said. "Someone with similar interests. The local veterinarian, perhaps?" "He's eighty-three years old and deaf," Catherine said. "They would never argue," Leo pointed out.
Leo and the Notmuch, the five-year old Leo Loses his best friend (is death for children like moving away?). For a whole summer he sits in his room and makes up stories. When his mother knocks and asks what he's doing in his room, he answers: not much. Does his miss his friend? Not much, always: not much. Leo's stories are the Notmuch (what kind of an idea is a Notmuch? It's not nothing, at least). Leo and fips turned the world into a fun and exciting place. They stayed together through thick and thin. Leo is despondent without Fips, he hides away in his room. His mother gets worried and asks how he's doing and what he's up to in there. Not much, answers Leo, not much. He lies on the bed and grieves for Fips (a childlike depression). Then Leo begins to create a friend in his mind, a cheeky, brave, and honest friend like Fips. Leo dubs this 'good monster' the notmuch (a childlike mania). Now the two of them play, they're cheeky and brave together, Leo now answers his mother: Notmuch. The notmuch is half memory of Fips, the other half is imagination, the two halves together enable Leo to overcome grief.
Shut up, me," Leo said aloud. "What?" Piper asked. "Nothing," he said. "Long night. I think I'm hallucinating. It's cool." Sitting in front, Leo couldn't see their faces, but he assumed from their silence that his friends were not pleased to have a sleepless, hallucinating dragon driver. "Just joking." Leo decided it might be good to change the subject.
Commander Tool Belt" Jason said. "Bad Boy Supreme" Piper said. "Chef Leo the Tofu Taco Expert." They laughed and told stories about Leo valdez, their best friend. They stayed on the roof until dawn rose, and Piper started to believe they could have a fresh start. It might even be possible to tell a new story in which Leo was still out there. Somewhere...
Huh," Leo said. "Well, if you ever get off this island and want a job, let me know. You're not a total klutz." She smirked. "A job, eh?" Making things in your forge?" "Nah, we could start our own shop," Leo said, surprising himself. Starting a machine shop had always been one of his dreams, but he'd never told anyone about it. "Leo and Calypso's Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters.
Huh, " Leo said. "Well, if you ever get off this island and want a job, let me know. You're not a total klutz." She smirked. "A job, eh?" Making things in your forge?" "Nah, we could start our own shop, " Leo said, surprising himself. Starting a machine shop had always been one of his dreams, but he'd never told anyone about it. "Leo and Calypso's Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters.
Margaret: Can I - can I just say something for the future? Leo: Yeah. Margaret: I can sign the President's name. I have his signature down pretty good. Leo: You can sign the President's name? Margaret: Yeah. Leo: On a document removing him from power and handing it to someone else? Margaret: Yeah! Or... do you think the White House Counsel would say that was a bad idea? Leo: I think the White House Counsel would say it was a coup d'etat! Margaret: Well. I'd probably end up doing some time for that. Leo: I would think. And what the hell were you doing practicing the President's signature? Margaret: It was just for fun.
Leo lowered his screwdriver. He looked at the ceiling and shook his head like, What am I gonna do with this guy? "I try very hard to be annoying, " Leo said. "Don't insult my ability to annoy. And how am I supposed to resent you if you go apologizing? I'm a lowly mechanic. You're like the prince of the sky, son of the Lord of the Universe. I'm supposed to resent you." "Lord of the Universe?" (Jason) "Sure, you're all-bam! Lightning man. And 'Watch me fly. I am the eagle that soars-" (Leo) "Shut up, Valdez." (Jason) Leo managed a little smile. "Yeah, see. I do annoy you." "I apologize for apologizing." (Jason) "Thank you." He went back to work, but the tension had eased between them. Leo still looked sad and exhausted-just not quite so angry.
They would find this House of Hades. They'd take the Doors of Death. And by the gods, if Leo had to design a grabber arm long enough to snatch Percy and Annabeth out of Tartarus, then that's what he would do. Nemesis wanted him to wreak vengeance on Gaea? Leo would be happy to oblige. He was going to make Gaea sorry she had ever messed with Leo Valdez. "Yeah." He took one last look at the cityscape of Rome, turning bloodred in the sunset. "Festus, raise the sails. We've got some friends to save.
I'll leave you guys to get acquainted. Somebody show Leo to dinner when it's time?" "I got it," one of the girls said. Nyssa, Leo remembered. She wore camo pants, a tank top that showed off her buff arms, and a red bandanna over her mop of dark hair. Except for the smiley-face Band-Aid on her chin, she looked like one of those female action heroes, like any second she was going to grab a machine gun and start mowing down evil aliens. "Cool," Leo said. "I always wanted a sister who could beat me up.
I'll leave you guys to get acquainted. Somebody show Leo to dinner when it's time?' 'I got it, ' one of the girls said. Nyssa, Leo remembered. She wore camo pants, a tank top that showed off her buff arms, and a red bandanna over her mop of dark hair. Except for the smiley-face Band-Aid on her chin, she looked like one of those female action heroes, like any second she was going to grab a machine gun and start mowing down evil aliens. 'Cool, ' Leo said. 'I always wanted a sister who could beat me up.
And then to Leo's surprise, Catherine smiled at him. A sweet, natural, brilliant smile, the first she had ever given him. Leo felt his chest tighten, and he went hot all over, as if some euphoric drug had gone straight to his nervous system. It felt like ... happiness. He remembered happiness from a long time ago. He didn't want to feel it. And yet the giddy warmth kept washing over him for no reason whatsoever. 'Thank you, ' Catherine said, the smile still hovering on her lips. 'That is kind of you, my lord. But I will never dance with you.' Which, of course, made it the goal of Leo's life.
I never thought I'd get to see Rome," Hazel said. "When I was alive, I mean for the first time, Mussolini was in charge. We were at war." "Mussolini?" Leo frowned. "Wasn't he like BFF's with Hitler?" Hazel stared at him like he was an alien. "BFF's?" "Never mind." "I'd love to see the Trevi Fountain," she said. "There's a fountain on every block," Leo grumbled. "Or the Spanish Steps," Hazel said. "Why would you come to Italy to see Spanosh steps?" Leo asked. "That's like going to China for Mexican food, isn't it?" "You're hopeless," Hazel complained. "So I've been told.
June is gazing at Michael with a glow about her face, a well of feeling for her husband. Leo and Stephen are also looking at their father, Leo's expression sympathetic, nearly teary. The three of them as they look at Michael are like magnets, the ties drawing each one to him nearly visible. This is what family means, Nora thinks.
Even his hair was bigger""a massive globe of blue-black frizz so thick that his lobster-claw horns appeared to be drowning as they tried to swim their way to the surface. "Is that why they named you Aphros?" Leo asked as they glided down the path from the cave. "Because of the Afro?" Aphros scowled. "What do you mean?" "Nothing," Leo said quickly.
Leo smiled nervously. Maybe he and Percy did share something else - a stupid sense of humour. 'Yeah, I bet that would totally be against her sponsorship deal. THOSE ARE NOT THE OFFICIAL SHOES OF THE OLYMPICS! YOU WILL DIE NOW!' Hazel rolled her eyes. 'You're both impossible.' Behind Leo, a thunderous voice shook the ruins: 'YOU WILL DIE NOW!
It's a training camp, ' Leo realized. He looked at Aphros in awe. 'You train heroes, the same way Chiron does?' Aphros nodded, a glint of pride in his eyes. 'We have trained all the famous mer-heroes! Name a merhero, and we have trained him or her!' 'Oh, sure, ' Leo said. 'Like... um, the Little Mermaid?
Annabeth gripped the hilt of her dagger. 'A bounty on our heads... as if we didn't attract enough monsters already.' 'Do we get WANTED posters?' Leo asked. 'And do they have our bounties, like, broken down on a price list?' Hazel wrinkled her nose. 'What are you talking about?' 'Just wondering how much I'm going for these days, ' Leo said. 'I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe... but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?
As his colleagues have noted in their tribute to him, it was typical of Leo Ryan's concern for his constituents that he would investigate personally the rumors of mistreatment in Jonestown that reportedly affected so many from his district. Leo Ryan is the 88th recipient of a Congressional Gold Medal and only the 4th Member of Congress to receive this high honor from his colleagues.
Beatrix puts a distance between herself and the rest of the world. She's very engaging, but also quite private in nature. I see the same qualities in Captain Phelan." "Yes," Amelia said. "You're absolutely right, Catherine. Put that way, the match does seem more appropriate." "I still have reservations," Leo said. "You always do," Amelia replied. "If you'll recall, you objected to Cam in the beginning, but now you've accepted him." "That's because the more brothers-in-law I acquire," Leo said, "the better Cam looks by comparison.
I deny that one's rational will can be undermined by physical sensation, " she said. "One's brain is always in charge." Leo couldn't prevent the mocking smile that rose to his lips. "Good God, Marks. Obviously you've never participated in the act, or you would know that the major organ in charge is not the brain. In fact, the brain ceases working altogether." - Cat & Leo
Piper went a little crazy. She cried out with relief and dove straight into the water. What was she thinking? She didn't take a rope or a life vest or anything. But at the moment, she was just so happy that she paddled over to Leo and kissed him on the cheek, which kind of surprised him. "Miss me?" Leo laughed. Piper was suddenly furious. "Where were you? How are you guys alive?" "Long story," he said. A picnic basket bobbed to the surface next to him. "Want a brownie?
Piper went a little crazy. She cried out with relief and dove straight into the water. What was she thinking? She didn't take a rope or a life vest or anything. But at the moment, she was just so happy that she paddled over to Leo and kissed him on the cheek, which kind of surprised him. "Miss me?" Leo laughed. Piper was suddenly furious. "Where were you? How are you guys alive?" "Long story, " he said. A picnic basket bobbed to the surface next to him. "Want a brownie?
It's mechanical, " Leo said. "Maybe a doorway to the dwarfs' secret lair?" "Ooooo!" shrieked a nearby voice. "Secret lair?" "I want a secret lair!" yelled another voice from above... "If we had a secret lair, " said Red Fur, "I would want a firehouse pole." "And a waterslide!" said Brown Fur, who was pulling random tools out of Leo's belt, tossing aside wrenches, hammers, and staple guns. "Stop that!" Leo tried to grab the dwarf's feet, but he couldn't reach the top of the pedestal. "Too short?" Brown Fur sympathized. "You're calling me short?" Leo looked around for something to throw, but there was nothing but pigeons, and he doubted he could catch one. "Give me my belt, you stupid-" "Now, now!" said Brown Fur. "We haven't even introduced ourselves. I'm Akmon, and my brother over there-" "-is the handsome one!" The red-furred dwarf lifted his espresso. Judging from his dilated eyes and maniacal grin, he didn't need any more caffeine. "Passolos! Singer of songs! Drinker of coffee! Stealer of shiny stuff!
Most helmsmen would've been satisfied with a pilot's wheel or a tiller. Leo had also installed a keyboard, monitor, aviation controls from a Learjet, a dubstep soundboard, and motion-control sensors from a Nintendo Wii. He could turn the ship by pulling on the throttle, fire weapons by sampling an album, or raise sails by shaking his Wii controllers really fast. Even by demigod standards, Leo was seriously ADHD.
Leo drummed his fingers. "Great. I should have installed a smoke screen that makes the ship smell like a giant chicken nugget. Remind me to invent that, next time." Hazel frowned. "What is a chicken nugget?" "Oh, man... " Leo shook his head in amazement. "That's right. You've missed the last, like, seventy years. Well, my apprentice, a chicken nugget""" "Doesn't matter," Annabeth interrupted.
Of all the Hathaway sisters, ' Cam said equably, 'Beatrix is the one most suited to choose her own husband. I trust her judgment.' Beatrix gave him a brilliant smile. 'Thank you, Cam.' 'What are you thinking?' Leo demanded of his brother-in-law. 'You can't trust Beatrix's judgment.' 'Why not?' 'She's too young, ' Leo said. 'I'm twenty-three, ' Beatrix protested. 'In dog years I'd be dead.
Of all the Hathaway sisters," Cam said equably, "Beatrix is the one most suited to choose her own husband. I trust her judgment." Beatrix gave him a brilliant smile. "Thank you, Cam." "What are you thinking?" Leo demanded of his brother-in-law. "You can't trust Beatrix's judgment." "Why not?" "She's too young," Leo said. "I'm twenty-three," Beatrix protested. "In dog years I'd be dead.
Aphros nodded, a glint of pride in his eyes. "We have trained all the famous mer-heroes! Name a famous mer-hero, and we have trained him or her!" "Oh, sure," Leo said. "Like... um, the Little Mermaid?" Aphros frowned. "Who? No! Like Triton, Glaucus, Weissmuller, and Bill!" "Oh. "Leo had no idea who any of those people were. "You trained Bill? Impressive.
Aphros nodded, a glint of pride in his eyes. 'We have trained all the famous mer-heroes! Name a famous mer-hero, and we have trained him or her!' 'Oh, sure, ' Leo said. 'Like... um, the Little Mermaid?' Aphros frowned. 'Who? No! Like Triton, Glaucus, Weissmuller, and Bill!' 'Oh. 'Leo had no idea who any of those people were. 'You trained Bill? Impressive.
In Celtic Ireland the name Leo was Lugh, another solar hero and mystic. In Wales he was Llew, to the Romans Lugus, to the Sumerians Lughal. Its not the same dude on walkabout, it's the Astrological sign of Leo. In the Christian iconography we have one of the Evangelists represented by a Lion. In the Nativity scenes we see 4 animals around the cradle of the Son/Sun king. One of these is also a Lion. Christians probably believe that there was one in the area and just happened to wander into the inn to take a peek at sleeping Jesus. Good thing it wasn't very hungry.
The giant raised his fist, and a voice cut through the dream. "Leo!" Jason was shaking his shoulder. "Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?" Leo's eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the human-sized statue in Athena's hand. He must have been thrashing in his sleep. He clung to the victory goddess like he used to cling to his pillow when he had nightmares as a kid. (Man, that had been so embarrassing in the foster homes.) He disentangled himself and sat up, rubbing his face. "Nothing," he muttered. "we were just cuddling. Um, what's going on?
Then Leo realized something was blocking the middle of his view. Something large and fuzzy, and so close, Leo had to cross his eyes to see it properly. It was a large, ugly face. "Holy mother!" he yelped. The face backed away and came into focus. Staring down at him was a beard man in grimy blue coveralls. His face was lumpy and covered with welts, as if he'd been stung by a million bees, or dragged across gravel. Possibly both. "Humph." the man said. "Holy father, boy. I should think ou know the difference by now.
Percy says be talked to a Nereid in Charleston Harbor!' 'Good for him!' Leo yelled back. 'The Nereid said we should seek help from Chiron's brothers.' 'What does that mean? The Party Ponies?' Leo had never met Chiron's crazy centaur relatives, but he'd heard rumors of Nerf sword-fights, root beer-chugging contests, and Super Soakers filled with pressurized whipped cream. 'Not sure, ' Annabeth said. 'But I've got coordinates. Can you input latitude and longitude in this thing?' 'I can input star charts and order you a smoothie, if you want. Of course I can do latitude and longitude!
He turned the crank handles, hoping the thing wouldn't explode in his face. A few clear tones rang out-metallic yet warm. Leo manipulated the levers and gears. He recognized the song that sprang forth-the same wistful melody Calypso sang for him on Ogygia about homesickness and longing. But through the strings of the brass cone, the tune sounded even sadder, like a machine with a broken heart-the way Festus might sound if he could sing. Leo forgot Apollo was there. He played the song all the way through. When he was done, his eyes stung. He could almost smell the fresh-baked bread from Calypso's kitchen. He could taste the only kiss she'd ever given him.
He turned to Frank who was trying to pull his fingers out of the Chinese handcuffs... 'Okay, ' Frank relented. 'Sure.' He frowned at his fingers, trying to pull them out of the trap. 'Uh, how do you-' Leo chuckled. 'Man, you've never seen those before? There's a simple trick to getting out.' Frank tugged again with no luck. Even Hazel was trying not to laugh. Frank grimaced with concentration. Suddenly, he disappeared. On the deck where he'd been standing, a green iguana crouched next to an empty set of Chinese handcuffs. 'Well done, Frank Zhang, ' Leo said dryly, doing his impression of Chiron the centaur. 'That is exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas.