Okay, Katie, where exactly do we start off? I mean, do we start with our characters being told of the mission? Or before that? Or on a ship to the Island? Or maybe on Olympus? . . .
Information like this would be great.
For I who am poor have only my dreams I spread my dreams under your feet . . .
. . . tread softly for you tread on my dreams.
We are masters of our silences, and slaves of our words
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind