“I picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container."Hestia," I said, "I give this to you as an offering."The goddess tilted her head. "I am the least of the gods. Why wouldyou trust me with this?""You're the last Olympian," I said. "And the most important.""And why is that, Percy Jackson?""Because Hope survives best at the hearth," I said. "Guard it for me,and I won't be tempted to give up again.”

“You're the last Olympian,' I said. 'And the most important.'And why is that, Percy Jackson?'Because Hope survives best at the hearth,' I said.”

“Hestia shook her head. "I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home. Hearth. I am the last Olympian”

“Isn't your mom the goddess of inventors?" I asked. Annabeth glared at me. "Yes, but this is different. I'm good with ideas. Not Mechanics."If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head," I said "I'd pick you."I just blurted it out - to give her confidence, I guess - but immediately I realized it sounded pretty stupid.Awww..." Silena sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Percy that is so sweet!”

“Babe,' Ranger said. 'Do something with her.'And he disconnected.I called Ranger back. 'No,' I said. 'And I need information on Jelly Kantner. His apartment got blown up, and I need to find him.'And I should do this why?'Because you like me.'There was a full beat of silence. 'I do,' Ranger said. 'I like you a lot. Sometimes I'm not sure why. Give me a couple minutes.”

“If you ever leave me again,’ she said, her eyes stinging, ‘I swear to all the gods-‘Percy had the nerve to laugh. Suddenly the lump of heated emotions melted inside Annabeth.‘Consider me warned,’ Percy said. ‘I missed you, too.”