Rick Riordan Quote
I picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container.Hestia, I said, I give this to you as an offering.The goddess tilted her head. I am the least of the gods. Why wouldyou trust me with this?You're the last Olympian, I said. And the most important.And why is that, Percy Jackson?Because Hope survives best at the hearth, I said. Guard it for me,and I won't be tempted to give up again.
Rick Riordan
I picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container.Hestia, I said, I give this to you as an offering.The goddess tilted her head. I am the least of the gods. Why wouldyou trust me with this?You're the last Olympian, I said. And the most important.And why is that, Percy Jackson?Because Hope survives best at the hearth, I said. Guard it for me,and I won't be tempted to give up again.