I turned to Annabeth and shook my head in exasperation. โAlways Hercules. What is it with Hercules?โ Annabeth shrugged. โHe had a great publicist.
Rick RiordanTyson was still staring at Chiron in amazement. He whimpered like he wanted to pat Chiron's flank but was afraid to come closer. "Pony?
Rick RiordanShe sacrificed her life to make things right," Mitchell grumbled. "She[Silena Beuregard] was a hero
Rick RiordanHow do you have five children in a row, each on a different say?โ โTheyโre gods,โ Carter said. โThey can do stuff like that.
Rick RiordanHe could still see the dragon just fine. It was about sixty feet long, snout to tail, its body made of interlocking bronze plates. Its claws were the size of butcher knives, and its mouth was lined with hundreds of dagger-sharp metal teeth. Steam came out of its nostrils. It snarled like a chain saw cutting through a tree.
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