My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.
Rick RiordanCacus.โ Iโd had years of practice looking dumb when people threw out Greek names I didnโt know. Itโs a skill of mine. Annabeth keeps telling me to read a book of Greek myths, but I donโt see the need. Itโs easier just to have folks explain stuff.
Rick RiordanFor what itโs worth: trust your feelings. I canโt promise that youโll never get hurt again, but I can promise you the risk is worth it.
Rick RiordanBriefly, the nymphaeum glowed with a softer light, like a full moon. Piper smelled exotic spices and blooming roses. She heard distant music and happy voices talking and laughing. She guessed she was hearing hundreds of years of parties and celebrations that had been held at this shrine in ancient times, as if the memories had been freed along with the spirits. 'What is that?' Jason asked nervously. Piper slipped her hand into his. 'The ghosts are dancing.
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