The wand ricocheted through the swarm, thumping six, seven, eight of the little monsters before returning to Carterโs hand. โNot bad,โ I said. โKeep it up!
Rick RiordanSomewhere behind me, Zia yelled, "Hippo!" Which I thought was a little late. She stumbled toward me over the rocking deck, the tip of her staff on fire. Our ghostly pal Setne floated behind her, grinning with delight. "There is it!" Setne shook his diamond pink rings. "Told ya Apophis would send a monster to kill you." "You're so smart!" I shouted. "Now, how do we stop it?
Rick RiordanThe next microsecond, as the water erupted around me, I realized too late that I should've brought the entire Twenty-first Nome to help me.
Rick RiordanI picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container. "Hestia," I said, "I give this to you as an offering." The goddess tilted her head. "I am the least of the gods. Why would you trust me with this?" "You're the last Olympian," I said. "And the most important." "And why is that, Percy Jackson?" "Because Hope survives best at the hearth," I said. "Guard it for me, and I won't be tempted to give up again."
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