You must carry on my spirit. It can no longer be carried by a god. It must be taken up by all of you. - Pan

I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I’d forgotten. I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill.

My girlfriend: sophomore honors student, demigod, and — oh, yeah — head architect for redesigning the palace of the gods on Mount Olympus in her spare time.

Sometimes small things can become very large, indeed.

So let me get this straight,” Carter said. “The two guys you liked—one who was dying and one who was off-limits because he’s a god—are now one guy, who isn’t dying and isn’t off-limits. And you’re complaining.

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

It’s hard to look in charge when you’re hunched over like Quasimodo.