She studied me with concern. She touched the new streak of gray in my hair that matched hers exactly—our painful souvenir from holding Atlas’s burden. There was a lot I’d wanted to say to Annabeth,...

This was a few weeks ago,” Annabeth said. “Percy told me a crazy story about meeting a boy our near Moriches Bay. Apparently this kid used hieroglyphs to cast spells. He helped Percy battle a...

We’re together.” He didn’t say you’re okay, or we’re alive. After all they’d been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for...

Percy: Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right?Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we’ll see.

I’ve got this.” Apollo stepped forward. His fiery armor was so bright it was hard to look at, and his matching Ray-Bans and perfect smile made him look like a male model for battle gear....

I’d missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.

Gods, Percy, that’s so sweet.

Good fighting with you, Seaweed Brain.”Ditto.

Percy, we’re going to Polyphemus’ island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k…a C-y-k…” She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could’ve been there all night while she tried...