Un día más y ya estaba. Ni siquiera yo era capaz de estropearlo.Como de costumbre, no tenía ni idea de lo equivocado que estaba.

The Phlegethon?” He shinned along the ledge. They’d made it roughly a third of the way down the cliff – still high enough up to die if they fell. “Sounds like a marathon for hawking spitballs.”“Please don’t make me laugh,” she said. “Just trying to keep things light.” “Thanks,” she grunted, nearly missing the ledge with her bad foot. “I’ll have a smile on my face as I plummet to my death.

You should have just died.""I love you too," Sisyphus muttered.

I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe... but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?

Leo could run pretty fast when someone was trying to kill him. Sadly, he’d had a lot of practice.