How Old Is She Now?" He Asked.

She Was Beautiful In Combat. I Know That’s A Crazy Thing To Say, Especially After We’d Just Climbed A Sewage Waterfall, But Her Gray Eyes Sparkled When She Was Fighting For Her Life. Her Face Shone Like A Goddess’s, And Believe Me, I’ve Seen Goddesses. The Way Her Camp Half-blood Beads Rested Against Her Throat—okay, Sorry. Got A Little Distracted.

At Least He Had Annabeth. They Would Find A Way Out Of Tartarus. They Had To. He Didn't Think Much Of Fates And Prophecies, But He Did Believe In One Thing: Annabeth And He Were Supposed To Be Together. They Hadn't Survived So Much Just To Get Killed Now.

We Can’t Make A Portal—” “we’ve Got A Flying Boat,” Carter Offered.

She’s Pretty,” Zethes Mumbled. “i Mean, She’s Right.

Eat Bitter, Taste Sweet," Frank Said. "i Hate That Proverb." "but It's True. What Do They Call It These Days---no Pain, No Gain? Same Concept. You Do The Easy Thing, The Appealing Thing, The Peaceful Thing, Mostly It Turns Out Sour In The End. But If You Take The Hard Path---ah, That's How You Reap The Sweet Rewards. Duty. Sacrifice. They Mean Something.