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“You're already dead," Nico said. "You're a ghost with no tongue, no memory. You won't be sharing any more secrets." "No!" Bryce's body turned dark and smoky. He slipped into the earth, up to his chest. "No, I am Bryce Lawrence! I'm alive!" "Who are you?" Nico asked. The next sound from Bryce's mouth was a chattering whisper. His face became indistinct. He could have been anyone- just another nameless spirit among millions.”

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The Blood of Olympus

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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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