Piper leaned toward [Jason], her caramel braid falling over her shoulder. Her multicolored eyes made it hard for him to think straight. โAnd where is this place?โ she asked. โA . . . uh, a town called Split.โ โSplit.โ She smelled really goodโlike blooming honeysuckle. โUm, yeah.โ Jason wondered if Piper was working some sort of Aphrodite magic on himโlike maybe every time he mentioned Reynaโs name, she would befuddle him so much he couldnโt think about anything but Piper. He supposed it wasnโt the worst sort of revenge.
Rick RiordanMy dear children!" Nellie whopped him upside the head with her backpack. "Ow!" Uncle Alistair curled over, cupping his hand over his good eye. "Nellie!" Amy said. "Sorry," Nellie muttered. "I thought he was one of the bad guys.
Rick RiordanIf you're heading downtown from Centeral Park, my advice is to take the subway. Flying pigs are faster but way more dangerous
Rick RiordanI sailed on the cold air currents above the rooftops of Paris. I could see the river, the Louvre Museum, the gardens and palaces. And a mouse-yum. Hang on, Carter, I thought. not hunting mice.
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