The Sea Does Not Like To Be

Please Tell Me Your Master Isn't Aeolus." "that Airhead?" Favonius Snorted. "no, Of Course Not." "he Means Eros." Nico's Voice Turned Edgy. "cupid, In Latin." Favonius Smiled. "very Good, Nico Di Angelo. I'm Glad To See You Again, By The Way. It's Been A Long Time.

If You Don't Like It You Can Kiss My Quiver

"percy, You're A Brave Guy," She Said. "just Take The Compliment. I Swear, Is It So Hard?"

I Figure The World Is Basically A Machine. I Don't Know Who Made It, If It Was The Fates, Or The Gods, Or The Capital-g God Or Whatever. But It Chugs Along The Way It's Supposed To Most Of The Time. Sure, Little Pieces Break Off And Stuff Goes Haywire Once In A While, But Mostly... Things Happen For A Reason.

You Began Your Journey Here As A Pup. Now You Must Find Your Way Back. A New Quest, A New Start.