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Keeping Scorpius a secret from everyone back home has been difficult.

He's awesome, and really, really cute; and Annabeth is glad (and a little relieved) to have someone else to talk to about the Titan War who doesn't get it the way she does. He can hear her out without being a part of it. She can detach herself from everything happening around ( Read more... )

[Taken from Chapter 13, Battle of the Labyrinth.]

There was a shroud laid out for him in the amphitheatre.

A long green silk burial cloth, embroidered with a trident - it was all she could do not to tear up and bawl out her eyes again.

(It'd be ridiculous, and Annabeth was anything but ridiculous ( Read more... )

She'd been elsewhere, Yankees cap on her head, sneaking around the fringe of Hephaestus' forge, hoping to get a good look at what they were up against ( Read more... )

Everything is going wrong.

Nothing is going according to whatever plan she thinks she has.

She's following the spider, never forgetting how much she's grossed out by them, but in her mind, there's the niggling notion that this is bad. All of this shouldn't be happening ( Read more... )

"Worst test ever."

It's almost (but not quite) difficult for Annabeth to keep going and not turn back to face the Sphinx again, tell her that her test is stupid, and show her how to correct it.

Because that? Was totally not the type of riddling she thought she was going to be solving ( Read more... )