Nothing Lasts Forever. But The Thing Is,

I Headed Towards The Mountain, Which Was An Almost Irresistible Beacon To My Storm Self. It Glowed With Heat, Pressure, And Turbulence—everything A Little Dust Devil Like Me Could Want.

So, You Wrecked Alcatraz Island, Made Mount St. Helens Explode, And Displaced Half A Million People, But At Least You're Safe." "yep, That Pretty Much Covers It.

He Looked Like An Evil Male Model, Showing Off What The Fashionable College Age Villain Was Wearing To Harvard This Year.

What Exactly Did You Find In Atlanta?” Frank Unzipped His Backpack And Started Bringing Out Souvenirs. “some Peach Preserves. A Couple Of T-shirts. A Snow Globe. And, Um, These Not-really-chinese Handcuffs.” Annabeth Forced Herself To Stay Calm. “how About You Start From The Top—of The Story, Not The Backpack.

It's Always Hard To Wrap Up A Series. The Longer I Spend With The Characters, The More They Become Like Friends.