Aaahh, my heart's a mess and in a flutter; I just finished Blood of Olympus.

Ten books. Ten indescribable books with first the Greeks and then the Romans. Rick Riordan became my second favorite author because ever since Harry Potter, no other author has taken me to such an adventure. Sure, I've read other good fantasy/adventure books, but there's just this uniquely fascinating oomf in Rick's works. Both his Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus book series truly are works of art that deserve the highest of honors from the gods of Olympus themselves.

I will surely miss them all, but the good news is, I could always go back and see my dear demigods once more. They're safely and happily living in between the pages of these books I truly deeply love and cherish. I know they're not gods but for me - and for everyone else who have gone with them in their quests, fought monsters, defeated seemingly impossible antagonists, found love, felt hurt, formed friendships - they continue to live and they are immortal.