Sometimes Things Don't End Okay.

Once She Was Gone, I Knelt Next To Annabeth And Felt Her Forehead. She Was Still Burning Up. "you're Cute When You're Worried," She Muttered. "your Eyebrows Get All Scrunched Together." "you Are Not Going To Die While I Owe You A Favor," I Said. "why Did You Take That Knife?" "you Would've Done The Same For Me." It Was True. I Guess We Both Knew It. Still, I Felt Like Somebody Was Poking My Heart With A Cold Metal Rod.

This Is Graceland. Home Of The Most Famous Musician In The World.” “michael Jackson Lived Here?” “no, Dummy,” Carter Said. “elvis Presley.

Well," I Said. "if You Need Me, I'll Be Outside, Playing With Sharp Objects.

What’s The Point Of Being A Magician If You Can’t Wave Your Wand And Make The People You Care About Feel Better?

Now, My Brethren!" Poseidon's Voice Was So Loud I Wasn't Sure If I Was Hearing It From The Smoke Image Or From All The Way Across Town. "strike For Olympus!