The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #5)

by Rick Riordan

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. You must remember me when you face your final decision.”

Grover cradled his laurel sapling in his hands. “Well…sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It’s our floor.”

She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

“All hail, Perseus Jackson,” Tyson said. “Hero of Olympus…and my big brother!”