“Nico didn’t like to be touched, but somehow this brief contact with his father felt reassuring – the same way the Chapel of Bones was reassuring. Like death, his father’s presence was cold and often callous, but it was real – brutally honest, inescapably dependable.”

“Because Hope survives best at the hearth’, I said. ‘Guard it for me, and I won’t be tempted to give up again.”

“Um…” Hazel faltered. “You mean you won’t… you’re not going to-” “Claim your life?” Thantos asked. “Well, let’s see…” He pulled a pure-black iPad from thin air. Death, tapped the screen a few times, and all Frank could think was: Please don’t let there be an app for reaping souls. “I don’t see you on the list,” Thantos said. “Pluto gives me specific orders for escaped souls, you see. For some reason, he has not issued a warrant for yours. Perhaps he feels your life is not finished, or it could be n oversight. If you’d like me to call and ask-” “No!” Hazel yelped. “That’s okay.” “Are you sure?” Death asked helpfully. “I have video-conferencing enabled. I have his Skype address here somewhere…”

“Then Thalia Grace became their leader and started recruiting even more young women to their cause, which grated on Nico – as if Bianca’s death could be forgotten. As if she could be replaced.”

“Two farewell gifts,” Sadie muttered, “from two gorgeous guys. I hate my life.”

“Nico found a sort of freedom in knowing that eventually, no matter what happened, he would end up at the foot of his father’s throne.”

“I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.”

“One false step, and you’ll fall all the way to Tartarus—and believe me, unlike the Doors of Death, this would be a one-way trip, a very hard fall! I will not have you dying before you tell me your plan for my artwork.”

“Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.”

“Hope,” Frank grumbled. “I’d rather have a few good weasels.”

“[Iris] squeezed his hand. “Don’t lose hope, Frank. Rainbows always stand for hope.”

“He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn’t care. “I’m coming back for you, Calypso,” he said to the night wind. “I swear it on the River Styx.”

“Don’t die on me,” she ordered. “You are not dying on me.””Yes, ma’am.” He felt light-headed, but she was about the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her hair was smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arm, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.”

“She’d secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she’d fallen for him hard.”

“Stars,” she whispered. “I can see the stars again, my lady.”A tear trickled down Artemis’s cheek. “Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.”Stars,” Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.”