Writing Is Like A Sport. If You

She'd Also Called Me Brave...unless She Was Talking To The Catfish.

Thoth's Beak! You Are Impossibley Stubborn." "yeah, It's A Gift.

If I Couldn't Trust Her, I Couldn't Trust Anyone.

My Resolve, My Anger, Even My Grief Gave Me Confidence

Percy Imagined What That Would Be Like: Getting An Apartment In This Tiny Replica Of Rome, Protected By The Legion And Terminus The Ocd Border God. He Imagined Holding Hands With Annabeth At A Cafe. Maybe When They Were Older, Watching Their Own Kid Chase Seagulls Across The Forum.