It's always hard to wrap up a series. The longer I spend with the characters, the more they become like friends.

Annabeth didn’t want to sleep, but her body betrayed her. Her eyelids turned to lead. “Percy, wake me for second watch. Don’t be a hero.” He gave her that smirk she’d come to love. “Who, me?” He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. “Sleep.

Percy: The Heka-what? Annabeth: The Hundred-Handed Ones. They called them that because... well, they had a hundred hands. They were the elder brothers of the Cyclopes. Tyson: Very powerful. Wonderful! As tall as the sky. So strong they can break mountains! Percy: Cool. Unless you're a mountain.

Zoë threw up her hands in exasperation. "I hate this language. It changes too often!

We speak with one voice,” Walt said. “Especially on this matter. No one hurts Sadie Kane.

I can see the stars again m'lady.

Entertain me, heroes of Olympus. Give me a reason to do more." Bacchus to Percy and Jason