We create order out of chaos, beauty and meaning out of ugly randomness.

“Percy," my father said, "what exactly do you mean?" "Kronos couldn't have risen…”

“She was broken and helpless. Sciron, the son of Poseidon, had won again. Hazel …”

“Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say "tell the truth", and when …”

“The wood nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about…”