“Her eyes sparkle with a rising dampness. “I’ve seemed to overstep myself,Samuel.”

“...Her eyes sparkle like she's about to cartwheel through a mosque.”

“There is a line in everything which it is dangerous to overstep; and when it has been overstepped, there is no return.”

“She was beautiful in combat. I know that’s a crazy thing to say, especially after we’d just climbed a sewage waterfall, but her gray eyes sparkled when she was fighting for her life. Her face shone like a goddess’s, and believe me, I’ve seen goddesses. The way her Camp Half-Blood beads rested against her throat—Okay, sorry. Got a little distracted.”

“Most of all, I remember her laughing. It filled my ears. Her smile, her sparkling eyes, and her infectious laughter, along with the vistas, were limitless and unending and powerful.”

“She tried to allow herself only one biting remark an hour, and she had already overstepped her allowance.”