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“One trog whispered, “Who is that?â€� His companion whispered back, “Don’t know, but he can’t be important. He’s wearing a Mets hat.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“I’m Apollo,â€� I continued. “And this is Meg. I believe we’re expected? As in…hard deadline at sunset or the city burns?â€� The guard took a deep breath, as if it pained him to move. Keeping one finger in his novel, he picked up a pen and slapped it on the counter next to the sign-in book. “Names. IDs.â€� “You need our IDs to take us prisoner?â€� I asked.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“Before I realized what I was doing, I had risen to my feet. “Stop! Hear me, troglodytes!â€� The crowd grew dangerously still. Hundreds of large brown eyes fixed on me. One trog whispered, “Who is that?â€� His companion whispered back, “Don’t know, but he can’t be important. He’s wearing a Mets hat.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero