It was a crazy idea. But, as usual, that’s all Percy had.

Holy mother!" "Hmph. More like holy father. I'd think you'd know the difference." -Hephaetus

At least he had Annabeth. They would find a way out of Tartarus. They had to. He didn't think much of fates and prophecies, but he did believe in one thing: Annabeth and he were supposed to be together. They hadn't survived so much just to get killed now.

My goal in the classroom was always to make sure they were having so much fun that they didn't realize they were learning.

Annabeth's voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn't cover it. They'd been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her--a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without.

As a magician, you must think about chaos and order. Those are the two forces that control the universe.

I turned and faced the Olympians. "We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.