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Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.

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Rick Riordan
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: June 5
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Military City
USA
Richard Russell Riordan
Jr.
Richard Russell Riordan Jr
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Do yourself a favor,' I said. Forget it. Forget you ever saw me. Forget that you tried to kill me too? Yeah. That, too. But who are you? Percy- I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. Gotta go! What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go? I bolted for the exit.
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What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.
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Before I could do anything rash, a familiar voice behind me said, Hello, Sadie. The other girls let out a collective gasp. My pulse quickened from slow walk to fifty-meter-dash. I turned and found that-yes, indeed-the god Anubis had crashed our dance.
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I disobeyed Ra's wishes, and so he ordered my onw father, Shu- Hang on, I said. Shoe? S-h-u, she said. The god of the wind. On. I wished these gods had names that wearn't common household objects. Go on, please.
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He's nuts Bianca said We need to jump off this cliff i said Oh nice idea!! Your nuts too
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Go Chase A Donut. -Percy Jackson.
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Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.
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Artemis smiled. You have done well, my lieutenant. You have made me proud, and all those Hunters who perished in my service will never be forgotten. They will achieve Elysium, I am sure. She glared pointedly at Hades. He shrugged. Probably. Artemis glared at him some more. Okay, Hades grumbled. I'll streamline their application process
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How did you die? We er....drowned in a bathtub. All three of you? It was a big bathtub.
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It's useless to lecture a human.
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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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Nico drank from the chalice, then offered it to Jason. You asked me about trust, and taking a risk? Well, here you go, son of Jupiter. How much do you trust me? Frank wasn't sure what Nico was talking about, but Jason didn't hesitate. He took the cup and drank.
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I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________.
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