Stuff Has Become The Enemy. There Always

I Couldn't Help Thinking About My Dream, With Annabeth Crumpled And Lifeless In Luke's Arms. Here I Was Rescuing Baby Monsters, But I Couldn't Save My Friend.

You Remind Me Of Myself ” Bes Continued “back When I Was A Young Dwarf. You Got A Stubborn Streak. When It Comes To Girl Problems You’re Clueless.

Well … Zeus Approves, Aeolus Muttered. ―he Says … He Says It Would Be Better If You Could Avoid Saving Her Until After The Weekend, Because He Has A Big Party Planned—ow! That‘s Aphrodite Yelling At Him, Reminding Him That The Solstice Starts At Dawn. She Says I Should Help You. And Hephaestus… Yes. Hmm. Very Rare They Agree On Anything. Hold On

Annabeth: Hey, Seaweed Brain. Percy: Will You Stop Calling Me That? Annabeth: You Know You Love It.

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.