Lots Of Death, Huh? Personally, I'm Trying

Nico Di Angelo Came Into Olympus To A Hero's Welcome, His Father Right Behind Him, Despite The Fact That Hades Was Only Supposed To Visit Olympus In Winter Solstice. The God Of The Dead Looked Stunned When His Relatives Clapped Him On The Back. I Doubt He'd Ever Got Such An Enthusiastic Welcome Before.

I Pictured My Mom, Alone In Our Little Apartment On The Upper East Side. I Tried To Remember The Smell Of Her Blue Waffles In The Kitchen. It Seemed So Far Away.

She Looked At Me, Like She Was Drinking In The Fact That I Was Still Here. And I Realized I Was Doing The Same Thing. The World Was Collapsing, And The Only Thing That Really Mattered To Me Was That She Was Alive.

Okay," Annabeth Said. "what Exactly Do You Smell?" "something Bad," Tyson Answered. "great," Annabeth Grumbled. "that Clears It Up.

I Think The More You Understand Myths, The More You Understand The Roots Of Our Culture And The More Things Will Resonate. Do You Have To Know Them? No, But Certainly It Is Nice To Recognise How Deeply These Things Are Embedded In Our Literature, Our Art.