Um, dad?" I called "How's it going?" "Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!
The Last OlympianI could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.
The Last Night of the Earth PoemsThe sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but its echo endures much longer.
The Last PromiseHis distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.
The Last SummerThere's always a way if you're not in a hurry.
The Last Train to Zona Verde: My Ultimate African SafariFull many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
The Last Four ThingsHe’s not my god.” “Mine either. Who are you to judge me?” “Gods should always be judged.
The Last Titan