I said hello to the poodle.

Their goal was in sight. They had a Titan with a very loud kitten on their side. That had to count for something.

Always, Always have a plan

Why does it have to be so hard? Why can't it be a happily-ever-after ride-into-the-sunset feeling all the time?

So, you wrecked Alcatraz Island, made Mount St. Helens explode, and displaced half a million people, but at least you're safe." "Yep, that pretty much covers it.

We only came close to dying six or seven times, which I thought was pretty good. Once, I lost my grip and found myself dangling by one hand from a ledge fifty feet above the rocky surf. But I found another handhold and kept climbing. A minute later Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face. "Sorry," she murrmured. "S'okay," I grunted, though I'd never really wanted to know what Annabeth's sneaker tasted like.

Oh, I wouldn't say Love always makes you happy. Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad.