Fair... You'd be amazed how often I hear that word, Frank Zhang,and how meaningless it is. Is it fair your life will burn so short and bright? Was it fair when I guided your mother to the Underworld? No, not fair. And yet it was her time. There is no fairness in Death. If you free me, I will do my duty.

The wand ricocheted through the swarm, thumping six, seven, eight of the little monsters before returning to Carter’s hand. “Not bad,” I said. “Keep it up!

Nico, I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.

Maybe if he did really well they'd give him some mouldy apples.

So what if they were in Tartarus? So what if they stood a slim chance of surviving? He was so glad that they were together, he had the ridiculous urge to smile.

The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.

It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.