I survive all those battles," she growled, "and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!
Rick RiordanI headed towards the mountain, which was an almost irresistible beacon to my storm self. It glowed with heat, pressure, and turbulenceโeverything a little dust devil like me could want.
Rick RiordanNow, now," Bast said. "It's not so bad." "Right," I said. "We're stuck in Washington, D.C. We have two days to make it to Arizona and stop a god we don't know how to stop. And if we can't, we'll never see our dad or Amos again, and the world might end." "That's the spirit!" Bast said brightly. "Now, let's have a picnic.
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