“What's the worst that can happen? A tidal wave? Glaciers with guns?”

“You're a vampire, Richie. And I've got a gun the size of Nebraska. What's the worst that could happen?”

“Look on the bright side: if you cause an inferno, you can always put it out with a tidal wave.”

“Percy glanced over. He saw the fallen giant and seemed to understand what was happening. He yelled something that was lost in the wind, probably: Go!Then he slammed Riptide into the ice at his feet. The entire glacier shuddered. Ghosts fell to their knees. Behind Percy, a wave surged up from the bay-a wall of gray water even taller than the glacier. Water shot from the chasms and crevices in the ice. As the wave hit, the back half of the camp crumbled. The entire edge of the glacier peeled away, cascading into the void-carrying buildings, ghosts, and Percy Jackson over the edge.”

“First ask yourself: What is the worst that can happen? Then prepare to accept it. Then proceed to improve on the worst.”

“What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?”