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Ch 20 New Myth and Legend (Ichor) page 330

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Ch 20 New Myth and Legend (Ichor) page 330

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back from Ares, leaving a wet circle of sand fifty feet wide. Ichor, the golden blood of the gods, flowed from a gash in the war god’s boot. The expression on his face was beyond hatred. It was pain, shock, complete disbelief that he’d been wounded.

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"Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano, who was nice the first thirty seconds we knew him, then he showed his true as a world-class jerk. When I was young a named him Smelly Gabe"

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"Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human."

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"All the way to the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redhead Kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich"

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" The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking up at the ceiling fan circling above me, moths flying around a yellow lights, and the stern faces for a familiar-looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's"

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" I saw a figure lumbering toward us on the shoulder of the road.The sight of it made my skin crawl. It was a dark silhouette of a huge guy, like a football player. He seemed to be holding a blanket over his head. His top half was bulky and fuzzy. His upraised hands made it look like he had horns."

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"Goat!" he cried. "What?" "I am goat from the waist down." "You just said it didn't matter." "Blaa-ba-ba! There are satyrs who would trample you under hoof for such an insult!"

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"A guy who was a little older than the rest came forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have a spot on the floor, right over there." The guy was about nineteen, and he looked pretty cool. He was tall and muscular, with short-chopped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wore an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals and a leather necklace with five different-colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance was a thick white scar that ran from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash. " This is Luke,"

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"The man facing me was small, but porky. He had a red nose, big watery eyes, and curly hair so black is was almost purple. He looked like those paintings of baby angels -- what do you call them, hubbubs? No, cherubs. That's it. He looked like a cherub who'd turned middle-aged in a trailer park. He wore a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt, and he would've fit right in at one of Gabe's poker parties, except I got the feeling this guy could've out-gambled even my stepfather."

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"I ran through D names from Greek mythology. Wine. The skin of a tiger. The satyrs that all seemed to work here. The way Grover cringed, as if Mr. D were his master.

"You're Dionysus," I said. "The god of wine.""

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"dose that mean the under world is real,too?" Chiron's expression darkened. " yes, child." He paused, as if choosing his word carefully. "There is a place where spirits go after death"

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“Clarisse sat behind me at Ares's. She'd apparently gotten over being hosed down, because she was laughing and belching right along side her friends.”

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“I wasn’t expecting anybody to be looking back at me, so my heart skipped a beat when I noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about 20 feet below. They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if I was a long-lost friend.

I didn’t know what else to do. I waved back.

“Don’t encourage them,” Annabeth warned. “Naiads are trouble flirts.””

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"When their child was born, a little girl named Thalia ... well, the River Styx is serious about promises. Zeus himself got off easy because he's immortal, but he brought a terrible fate on his daughter."

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" 'No One of them, number two, is Hera's,' he said. 'That's another honorary thing. She's the goddess of marriage, so of course she wouldn't go around having affairs with mortals. That's her husband's job.' "

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"And wrestling? Forget it. Every time I got on the mat, Clarisse would pulverize me."

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“We lined up in order of seniority, so of course I was dead last.”

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"To reach his goal, he must demonstrate great courage by succeeding as a keeper, finding a new camper and bringing him safely to Half-Blood Hill"

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"A leg came out, long and knobbly-kneed, with a huge polished hoof. Then another front leg, then hindquarters, and the the box was empty, nothing but a metal shell with a couple of fake human legs attached."

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" I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of phoebus, slayer of the mighty python, seeker, and ask."

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Ch 9 New Myths and legend ( Hellhound page 127)

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Ch 9 New Myths and legend ( Hellhound page 127)

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A evil looking dog that is large with red glowing eyes. That is from greek mythology. That is summoned by Hades.

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Ch 9 New word (Spontaneous combustion page 132)

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Ch 9 New word (Spontaneous combustion page 132)

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" If I had it my way," Dionysus said, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at this cursed camp: to keep you little brats from harm." " Spontaneous combustion is a form of harm, Mr D," Chiron put in."

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"He supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised. Today, though, he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform, so I could only see extra peepers on his hand, face and neck."This is Argues," Chiron told me"

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" Kronose, the lord of the Titans, called his reign the Golden age because men lived innocent and free of all knowledge. But that was mere propaganda. The Titan king cared nothing for your kind except as appetizers or a source of cheap entertainment."

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"Yes. Read The Iliad. It's full of references to the stuff."

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"Then the door creaked open, and standing in front of us was a tall Middle Eastern woman-at least I assumed she was Middle Eastern, because she wore a long black gown that covered everything but her hands and her head was completely veiled. Her eyes glinted behind the curtain of black gauze, but that was all I could make out.Her coffee colored hands looked old, but well manicured and elegant, I imagined she was a grandmother that once have been a beautiful lady. Her accent sounded vaguely Middle Eastern, too. "

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Ch 11 New Myths and Legends (Madusa) page 180

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Ch 11 New Myths and Legends (Madusa) page 180

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"Something told me that in the myth, Madusa had been asleep when she was attacked by namesake Perseus. SHe wasn't anywhere near asleep now."

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"Percy!" Behind me, I heard a buzzing sound, like a two hundred pounds hummingbird in a nosedive. Grover yelled, "Duck!"

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"Grover was sitting crossed-legged on a blanket with something fuzzy in his lap,a dirty, unnaturally pink stuffed animal. No. It wasn't a stuffed animal. It was a pink poodle. The poodle yapped at me suspiciously. Grover said "No, he's not." I blinked. "Are you...talking to that thing?'' The poodle growled.

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"Pan!" he cried indignantly."P-A-N. The great god Pan!"

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Ch 13 New Myth or legend (Hades) page 199

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Ch 13 New Myth or legend (Hades) page 199

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"He always appears on a black throne, and he never laughs."

"Percy, you can't barter with Hades. You know that, right? He's deceitful, heartless, and greedy.

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Ch 14 Myth or legend (Messenger) page 214

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Ch 14 Myth or legend (Messenger) page 214

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" A lump formed in my throat. I said, "Mom?" No,child,only a messenger, though your mother's fate is not as hope-less as you believe. Go to the beach in Santa Monica."

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"I tried to push through the crowed to see what was going on inside the police line. ". . . an adolescent boy,"another reporter was saying."

Definito:
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Ch 12 New word (environmentalist) page 189

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Ch 12 New word (environmentalist) page 189

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"This makes me sad." He pointed to all the garbage on the ground. "And the sky. You can't even see the stars. They've polluted the sky. This is a terrible time to be a satyr." " Oh yeah. I guess you'd be an environmentalist."

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"I could have sworn it was a lion, except lions don't live in America, and this thing was the size of a Hammer. Its fur glinted gold in the evening light. Then it leaped through the trees and was gone."

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" Your Clarissse's dad,"I said "Ares the god of war." Ares grinned and took of his shades. Where his eyes should've been, there was only five, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions."

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Ch 15 New Myth or Legend (Iris) Page 220

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Ch 15 New Myth or Legend (Iris) Page 220

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"Instant messaging?" "Iris-messaging." Annabeth corrected. "The rainbow goddess Iris carries messages for the gods"

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"We hadn't eaten since the night before in the dining car, somewhere is Kansas.

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Ch 16 New Character (Disco Darrin) page 261-262

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Ch 16 New Character (Disco Darrin) page 261-262

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"We played a game of sharpshooters together and he said,"Groovy, man. Been here two weeks, and the games keep getting better and better." Groovy? Later, while we were talking, I said something was "sick," and he looked at me kind of startled, as if he'd never heard the word used that way before. He said his name was Darrin, but as soon as I started asking him questions he got bored with me and started to go back to the computer screen. I said, "Hey, Darrin?'' "What?" "What year is it?" He frowned at me. "In the game?" "No in real life." He had to think about it. "1977."

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Ch 16 Myth or legend (Hephaestus) page 247

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Ch 16 Myth or legend (Hephaestus) page 247

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"On the other hand, I had no idea what to expect next. The gods kept toying with me. At least Hephaestus had the decency to be honest about it-he'd put up the cameras and advertised me as entertainment."

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"I found a water jug and refilled their bowls, then used Anaklusmos to drag the mismatched food out of their cages. I gave the meat to the lion and the turnips to the zebra and the antelope."

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“Yes, child. I am a Nereid, a spirit of the sea. It was not easy to appear so far upriver, but the naiads, my freshwater cousins, helped sustain my life force. They honor Lord Poseidon, though they do not serve in his court.” “Yes, child. I am a Nereid, a spirit of the sea. It was not easy to appear so far upriver, but the naiads, my freshwater cousins, helped sustain my life force. They honor Lord Poseidon, though they do not serve in his court.”

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Ch 17 New Myth or Legend (Orpheus) page 272

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Ch 17 New Myth or Legend (Orpheus) page 272

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She held out her hand. Three white pearls flashed in her palm. “I know you journey to Hades’s realm,” she said. “Few mortals have ever done this and survived: Orpheus, who had great music skill; Hercules, who had great strength; Houdini, who could escape even the depths of Tartarus. Do you have these talents?” “Um . . . no, ma’am.” “Ah, but you have something else, Percy. You have gifts you have only begun to know. The oracles have foretold a great and terrible future for you, should you survive to manhood. Poseidon would not have you die before your time. Therefore take these, and when you are in need, smash a pearl at your feet.” “What will happen?” “That,” she said, “depends on the need. But remember: what belongs to the sea will always return to the sea.” “What about the warning?” Her eyes flickered with green light. “Go with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all.

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I froze in front of an appliance-store window because a television was playing an interview with somebody who looked very familiar—my stepdad, Smelly Gabe. He was talking to Barbara Walters—I mean, as if he were some kind of huge celebrity. She was interviewing him in our apartment, in the middle of a poker game, and there was a young blond lady sitting next to him, patting his hand. A fake tear glistened on his cheek. He was saying, “Honest, Ms. Walters, if it wasn’t for Sugar here, my grief counselor, I’d be a wreck. My stepson took everything I cared about. My wife . . . my Camaro . . . I—I’m sorry. I have trouble talking about it.” “There you have it, America.” Barbara Walters turned to the camera. “A man torn apart. An adolescent boy with serious issues. Let me show you, again, the last known photo of this troubled young fugitive, taken a week ago in Denver.”

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The security guard’s desk was a raised podium, so we had to look up at him. He was tall and elegant, with chocolate-colored skin and bleached-blond hair shaved military style. He wore tortoiseshell shades and a silk Italian suit that matched his hair. A black rose was pinned to his lapel under a silver name tag. I read the name tag, then looked at him in bewilderment. “Your name is Chiron?” He leaned across the desk. I couldn’t see anything in his glasses except my own reflection, but his smile was sweet and cold, like a python’s, right before it eats you.

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Ch 18 new Myth and legend (The River Styx) page 289

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Ch 18 new Myth and legend (The River Styx) page 289

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The floor kept swaying. Grover said, “I think I’m getting seasick.” When I blinked again, the elevator wasn’t an elevator anymore. We were standing in a wooden barge. Charon was poling us across a dark, oily river, swirling with bones, dead fish, and other, stranger things—plastic dolls, crushed carnations, soggy diplomas with gilt edges. “The River Styx,” Annabeth murmured. “It’s so . . .” “Polluted,” Charon said. “For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across—hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me.”

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Ch 18 New word (Jersey turnpike) page 291

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Ch 18 New word (Jersey turnpike) page 291

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I’m not sure what I was expecting—Pearly Gates, or a big black portcullis, or something. But the entrance to the Underworld looked like a cross between airport security and the Jersey Turnpike.

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The room inside looked just like in my dream, except this time the throne of Hades was occupied. He was the third god I’d met, but the first who really struck me as godlike. He was at least ten feet tall, for one thing, and dressed in black silk robes and a crown of braided gold. His skin was albino white, his hair shoulder-length and jet black. He wasn’t bulked up like Ares, but he radiated power. He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther.

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Ch 19 New Myth and Legend (asphodel) page 301

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Ch 19 New Myth and Legend (asphodel) page 301

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Annabeth, Grover, and I tried to blend into the crowd, keeping an eye out for security ghouls. I couldn’t help looking for familiar faces among the spirits of Asphodel, but the dead are hard to look at. Their faces shimmer. They all look slightly angry or confused.

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Inside the courtyard was the strangest garden I’d ever seen. Multicolored mushrooms, poisonous shrubs, and weird luminous plants grew without sunlight. Precious jewels made up for the lack of flowers, piles of rubies as big as my fist, clumps of raw diamonds. Standing here and there like frozen party guests were Medusa’s garden statues— petrified children, satyrs, and centaurs—all smiling grotesquely.

It is used to describe things that are bizarrely distorted, disgustingly ugly, or shockingly wrong and unfair. Synonyms include monstrously, bizarrely, absurdly, or hideously.

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The gods were in giant human form, as Hades had been, but I could barely look at them without feeling a tingle, as if my body were starting to burn. Zeus, the Lord of the Gods, wore a dark blue pinstriped suit. He sat on a simple throne of solid platinum. He had a well-trimmed beard, marbled gray and black like a storm cloud. His face was proud and handsome and grim, his eyes rainy gray. As I got nearer to him, the air crackled and smelled of ozone.

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I asked him where he was going to search first. “Kind of a secret,” he said, looking embarrassed. “I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan . . .” “We understand,” Annabeth said. “You got enough tin cans for the trip?” “Yeah.” “And you remembered your reed pipes?” “Jeez, Annabeth,” he grumbled. “You’re like an old mama goat.” But he didn’t really sound annoyed. He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway—nothing like the little runty boy I used to defend from bullies at Yancy Academy. “Well,” he said, “wish me luck.”