Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. I can’t tell where the journey will end but I know where to start. (Wake Me Up - Avicii)
Go on with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all.
Then there was Nico di Angelo. He sat back in his leather aviator jacket, his black T-shirt and jeans, that wicked silver skull ring on his finger, and the Stygian sword at his side. His tufts of black hair struck up in curls like baby bat wings. His eyes were sad and kind of empty, as if he’d stared into the depths of Tartarus — which he had.