I looked down at my clothes. They were slashed to pieces and full of bullet holes, but I was fine. Not a mark on me. Nico's mouth hung open. "You just . . . with a sword . . . you justโ" "I think the river thing worked," I said. "Oh gee," he said sarcastically. "You think?
Rick RiordanIโm the god of funerals. I know every death custom in the worldโhow to die properly, how to prepare the body and soul for the afterlife. I live for death.โ โYou must be fun at parties,โ I said.
Rick Riordan[My mom's] funny that way, celebrating special occasions with blue food. I think it's her way of saying anything is possible. Percy can pass seventh grade. Waffles can be blue. Little miracles like that.
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