You both passed out,” Percy said. “I don’t know why, but Ella told me not to worry about it. She said you were…sharing?” “Sharing,” Ella agreed. She crouched in the stern, preening her wing feathers with her teeth, which didn’t look like a very effective form of personal hygiene. She spit out some red fluff. “Sharing is good. No more blackouts. Biggest American blackout, August 14, 2003. Hazel shared. No more blackouts.” Percy scratched his head. “Yeah…we’ve been having conversations like that all night. I still don’t know what she’s talking about.

Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.

Nothing is unfixable.

People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can't be fixed.

Well, I hope you like it here, Leo. It used to be .......really nice.

He offered to stop the tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea.

Hope survives best at the hearth.