Always, Always Have A Plan

Doughboy, We Need To Talk.” Doughboy Opened His Wax Eyes. “finally! You Realize How Stuffy It Is In There? At Last You’ve Remembered That You Need My Brilliant Guidance.” “actually We Need To Become A Coat.

At Least He Had Annabeth. They Would Find A Way Out Of Tartarus. They Had To. He Didn't Think Much Of Fates And Prophecies, But He Did Believe In One Thing: Annabeth And He Were Supposed To Be Together. They Hadn't Survived So Much Just To Get Killed Now.

Fish Ponies! I Put Them On The Ceiling!" -tyson

Just Keep Moving! We're Almost There." "almost Where?" Juno Chuckled. "all Roads Lead There Child. You Should Know That" "detention?" Percy Asked. "rome, Child, The Old Woman Said. "rome

But I Felt As If I’d Just Been Photoshopped Out Of My Own Book Cover. And If There Was One Thing I Wasn’t Used To, It Was Being Ignored