"What did Dickiebird do? Steal all your other shirts?" The shirt is bright green with wide yellow stripes pretending to be a pin stripe running vertically across it. On the back, in bright red letters, "Timmy" is spelled out. "You're next," he spits out, shooting Jason the worst glare he could muster. "He's got one for you too."

Annabeth Chase has lived for eighty years, longer than any demigod has any right to expect, let alone a famed Saviour of Olympus and member of the Prophecy of Seven. Now, though, it is time for her to descend into the Underworld, have her life judged, find the man she loves, and never let go of him again. Seriously, that damn Seaweed Brain is not getting out of her sight.