Annabeth

“There is truth in stories,” said Arthur. “There is truth in one of your paintings, boy or in a sunset or a couplet from Homer. Fiction is truth, even if it is not a fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“I saw now that the legends were drenched in blood, the blood of women.”
― Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros

“The land seemed to stretch on forever. Nico was thankful that Nemesis had given him some guidance, because if he hadn’t kept himself to the left of the River Phlegethon, he would’ve had no idea where to go. After hours of walking on the strange marshy ground, Nico was exhausted. Hungry. His feet ached, and his lungs burned from the sooty air. Something else was happening to him, too. The world around him... It seemed to be shifting. That was the only way he could describe it. He’d be staring into the distance, where mist clung to a dark expanse of forest, and for the briefest of moments, the horizon would leap backward like a mirage. The landscape before him took on sharper edges, with colors so terrifyingly intense that they hurt his eyes. The land itself seemed to be rising and falling, as if it were breathing. Or was Nico imagining that?”
― Rick Riordan, The Sun and the Star

“Will had heard love described in so many dramatic, bizarre ways over the years, but no one had described it like this:
It's like drifting through a river of pain and knowing you are safe.
It's like holding a person in your arms and realizing they are an interlocking piece of a puzzle you hadn't known how to assemble.
It's like staring into a dark and treacherous expanse, unsure of awaits you but finding comfort in the fact that you won't have to face it alone.
It was a son of Apollo falling for a son of Hades.
It was this.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sun and the Star