Don't Feel Bad, I'm Usually About To

Annabeth’s Hand Slipped Into Mine. Under Different Circumstances I Would’ve Been Embarrassed, But Here In The Dark I Was Glad To Know Where She Was. It Was About The Only Thing I Was Sure Of.

Her Name Badge Read: Hello! My Name Is Die, Demigod Scum!

Some Pain Shouldn’t Be Wished Away So Easily. It Has To Be Dealt With, Even Embraced.

I Think Anytime You're Writing To The Middle Grades, You're Writing To Young Readers Who Are Trapped In A Number Of Ways Between Two Worlds: Between Childhood And Adulthood, Between Their Friends And Their Parents.

I Couldn't Help Thinking About My Dream, With Annabeth Crumpled And Lifeless In Luke's Arms. Here I Was Rescuing Baby Monsters, But I Couldn't Save My Friend.