Hope Does Not Leave Without Being Given

Hazel Squinted. "how Far?" "just Over The River And Through The Woods." Percy Raised An Eyebrow. "seriously? To Grandmother's House We Go?" Frank Cleared His Throat. "yeah, Anyway.

[tyson] Looked Him Over With That Massive Baby-brown Eye. “you Are Not Dead. I Like It When You Are Not Dead.” Ella Fluttered To The Ground And Began Preening Her Feathers. “ella Found A Dog,” She Announced. “a Large Dog. And A Cyclops.” Was She Blushing? Before Percy Could Decide, His Black Mastiff Pounced On Him, Knocking Percy To The Ground And Barking So Loudly That Even Arion Backed Up. “hey, Mrs. O'leary,” Percy Said. “yeah, I Love You, Too, Girl. Good Dog.” Hazel Squeaked. “you Have A Hellhound Named Mrs. O'leary?” “long Story.

Annabeth Pressed Her Lips To Percy’s Ear. “i Love You.” She Wasn’t Sure He Could Hear Her—but If They Died, She Wanted Those To Be Her Last Words.

Her Hair Is Smoldering. Her Face Was Smudged With Soot. She Had A Cut On Her Arms, Her Dress Was Torn, And She Was Missing A Boot. Beautiful.

Seriously, Who Curses You With Their Dying Breath And Says, I Hope Your Eye Twitches!