“Things work out the way they’re meant to”

“He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.”

“I get in that kind of situation all the time, Comrade. It’s not a big deal.” Anger replaced my fear. I didn’t like being treated like a child. “Stop calling me that. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.” “Sure I do. I had to do a report on the R.S.S.R. last year.”

“It’s only terrible to have nothing to wait for.”

“You have no idea how much the last few days have meant to me,” I began. “Meeting you has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I hesitated, know that if I stopped now, I’d never be able to say it to anyone. “I love you,” I whispered. “Did you ever imagine something like this?” she wondered aloud. “You and me , I mean?” “No,” I said. “It scares me a little.” My stomach flipped, and all at once, I was sure she didnt feel the same way. “You dont have to say it back to me,” I began. “That’s not why I said it–” “I know,” she interrupted. “You don’t understand. I wasnt scared because you told me. I got scared because I wanted to say it, too: I love you, John.”

“Memories were fine but you couldn’t touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.”

“what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted”

“But … but what if I hit you?”A snort. “You’re not going to hit me.”“How do you know?” I bristled at his amused tone. “I could hit you. Even master swordsmen make mistakes. I could get a lucky shot, or you might not see me coming. I don’t want to hurt you.”He favored me with another patient look. “And how much experience do you have with swords and weapons in general?” “Um.” I glanced down at the saber in my hand. “Thirty seconds?”He smiled, that calm, irritatingly confident smirk. “You’re not going to hit me.”

“Nerd girls are the world’s most underutilized romantic resource. And guys, do not tell me that nerd girls are not hot because that shows a Paris Hilton-esque failure to understand hotness.”

“If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.”

“Ever since I’ve met you, I’ve wanted to break every rule.” Aiden turned away, the muscles in his neck tensing. He sighed. “You’ll become the centre of someone’s world one day. And he’ll be the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth.”

“Don’t kiss me like a woman if you’re going to treat me like a child.”

“Some people claim that marriage interferes with romance. There’s no doubt about it. Anytime you have a romance, your wife is bound to interfere.”

“And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”“No, he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”“Okay, fine.”She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones. She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.”

“Do you want to know why men name their penis? So the most important decisions in their life aren’t made by a stranger.”