The Tyrant's Tomb (The Trials of Apollo, #4)

by Rick Riordan

His robes were such a dark mottled pink that it was impossible to tell if they’d once been red and then spattered with bleach, or had once been white and spattered with blood.

‘I forgive you. Not because you deserve it. Not for your sake at all. But because I will not go into oblivion carrying hate when I can carry love.’