The Very Best Of Percabeth

“I can’t believe I thought you were the one”

She stared at me like she thought I was playing dumb.

Annabeth rode ride beside me.

Despite our occasional fights, we’d been through a lot together.

After all, Annabeth’s mom, Athena, had invented the chariot, and my dad had created horses. Together we would own that track.

Oh my gods, you were looking in my bedroom window?

Lay off my friend.

She had a ragged backpack slung over her shoulder, a pocket knife in her hand, and a wild look in her storm-gray eyes, like she’d just been chased a thousand miles by ghosts.

I wished Annabeth were here

Annabeth wants to be an architect when she grows up. She’s weird in that way.

Take care, Seaweed Brain. Keep your eyes open.

You idiot

Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful - gray silk with embroidered owls - I told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched me and told me to shut up.

Her blond hair curled like a princess's

Reconciliation. Athena and Poseidon together.

I don't know what my mom will do. I just know I'll fight next to you.

Athena expects her children to create things, not just tear them down, like a certain God of earthquakes I could mention.