Frank nodded grimly. โWellโฆany goddess who throws a Ding Dong at a giant canโt be all bad. Letโs go.
Rick RiordanJason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo--as pale and gaunt as he looked--might be more than he could handle.
Rick RiordanFrank Zhang! I, Jason Grace, praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, give you my final order: I resign my post and give you emergency field promotion to praetor, with the full powers of that rank. Take command of this legion!
Rick RiordanThere!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.
Rick RiordanA telkhine was hunched over a console, but he was so involved with his work, he didn't notice us. He was about five feet tall, with slick black seal fur and stubby little feet. He had the head of a Doberman, but his clawed hands were almost human. He growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com.
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