The Tower of Nero (The Trials of Apollo, #5)

by Rick Riordan

How could I repay them for providing me this temporary refuge? I felt like I owed them the same thing I owed Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood, the Waystation and the Cistern, Piper and Frank and Hazel and Leo and, yes, especially Jason Grace. I owed them everything. How could I not?

He was at peace with his choices.

So I did the heroic thing. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

“No one hits my boyfriend,” Will thundered. “And no one kills my dad!”

the low-budget Celtic Wolverine.

I Lost it

And yet, along with humility, I’d learned something else: getting humiliated is only the beginning, not the end. Sometimes you need a second shot, and a third, and a fourth.

I knew who I was. I was her dummy.

how can a god make me cry :'(

“You’ll come back?” she asked. “Always,” I promised. “The sun always comes back.”

I love them