And You, Percy, Are My Favorite Son.

But Annabeth Knew That People Saw What They Wanted To See. They Didn’t Need The Mist To Warp Their Perceptions.

She Blinked. "hmm? Oh, Don't Care. What Did Anubis Look Like To You?" "what Did... He Looked Like A Guy. So?" "a Good-looking Guy, Or A Slobbering Dog-headed Guy?" "i Guess... Not The Dog-headed Guy." "i Knew It!" Sadie Pointed At Me As If She'd Won An Argument. "good-looking. I Knew It!" And With A Ridiculous Grin, She Spun Around And Skipped Into The House. My Sister, As I May Have Mentioned, Is A Little Strange.

We'll Have To Work On Your Bunny Phobia Later.

During Their Separation, Something Had Happened To Annabeth's Feelings. They'd Grown Painfully Intense-like She'd Been Forced To Withdraw From A Life-saving Medication. Now She Wasn't Sure Which Was More Excruciating-living With That Horrible Absence, Or Being With Him Again.

The Images From The Book You Make In Your Head Are Always Going To Be The Best Images.