Does truth have a moral?

But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!

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.

Amos sipped his coffee. The faraway look on his face reminded me of my dad. “I don’t want to scare you.” “Too late.

Never bet against a cat.

Brother,” Artemis chided. “You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart.

I was flying right toward him (the pig) at the speed of demigod-smashing.