Hope survives best at the hearth.

I survive all those battles," she growled, "and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!

Your lifeline...oh, the burning stick. Right." Leo resisted the urge to set his hand ablaze and yell: BWAH HA HA!

Great, I thought. We just blowtorched a national monument.

Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making into a game was something else.

My point is that love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest, bravest acts are done for love.

The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.