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Images Flashed Through His Mind. He Saw Nico And His Sister On A Snowy Mountain Cliff In Maine, Percy Jackson Protecting Them From The Manticore. Percy's Sword Gleamed In The Dark. He'd Been The First Demigod Nico Had Ever Seen In Action. Later At Camp Half-blood, Percy Took Nico By The Arm, Promising To Keep His Sister Bianca Safe. Nico Believed Him. Nico Looked Into His Sea-green Eyes And Though, How Can He Possibly Fail? This Is A Real Hero.

In A Way, It's Nice To Know That There Are Greek Gods Out There, Because You Have Somebody To Blame When Things Go Wrong. For Instance, When You're Walking Away From A Bus That's Just Been Attacked By Monster Hags And Blown Up By Lightning, And It's Raining On Top Of Everything Else, Most People Might Think That's Just Really Bad Luck; When You're A Half-blood, You Understand That Some Devine Force Is Really Trying To Mess Up Your Day.

My Eighth Grade Teacher, Mrs. Pabst, Had Done Her Master's Thesis On Tolkien. She Showed Me How The Trilogy Was Patterned After Norse Mythology. She Was Also The First Person To Encourage Me To Submit Stories For Publication. The Idea Of Writing A Fantasy Based On Myths Never Left Me, And Many Years Later, This Would Lead Me To Write Percy Jackson.

Can We Just Call Them Storm Spirits?” Leo Asked. “venti Makes Them Sound Like Evil Espresso Drinks.

"aphrodite," She Said. "venus?" Hazel Asked In Amazement. "mom," Piper Said, With No Enthusiasm.