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 RiordanI started to walk away, but she [Clarisse] called out, "Percy?" "Yeah?" "When you, uh, had that vision about your friends..." "You were one of them," I promised, "Just don't tell anybody, okay? Or I'de have to kill you." A faint smile flickered across her face "See you later." "See you
Rick RiordanYou must carry on my spirit. It can no longer be carried by a god. It must be taken up by all of you. - Pan
Rick RiordanWhoa, boy, he told himself. Golden Rule for Demigods: Thou shalt not Hokey Pokey with psychos.
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