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“Since she is a dryad, Juniper’s life source is tied to a juniper bush back on Long Island, but Grover explained that she can take short trips away from home as long as she keeps a handful of fresh juniper berries in her pockets. I didn’t want to ask what would happen if the berries got accidentally smashed.”

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Book:Percy Jackson and the Singer of Apollo
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Percy Jackson and the Singer of Apollo

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Rick Riordan
Rick Riordan

Rick Riordan, born on June 5, 1964, is an American author known for his works that blend mythology and fantasy elements. His most famous series, 'Percy Jackson & the Olympians,' combines Greek mythology with the experiences of modern teenagers. more

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