I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.

Um, Dues ex machina anyone?

The Olympians were a reminder that there was always someone better than you, so you shouldn't get a big head.

We were just looking at maps.

I survive all those battles," she growled, "and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!

Everybody loves to show up at the party once all the hard work is done.

If anyone asks you if you’re taken,” I said, “the answer is yes.” “I think I can live with that,” he promised. “Good,” I said. “Because you don’t want to see me be cross.” “Too late.” “Shut up and dance, Walt.” “Shut up and dance, Walt.” We did—with the music of a psychotic griffin screaming behind us, and the sirens and horns of Brooklyn wailing below. It was quite romantic.