“Survive first. Figure out crayon drawing of destiny later.”

“Monkey bar," Annabeth said. "I'm great at these." She leaped onto to the first rung and start swinging her way across. She was scared of tiny spiders, but not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.”

“All we can do, child, is follow our destiny.”

“Hope survives best at the hearth.”

“The first thing we pulled out was a lump of white gunk.“Wax,” Carter pronounced.“Fascinating.”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“Because Hope survives best at the Hearth.”