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- The monster’s triangular forehead was wide enough to provide parking for a compact car. Its eyes glowed as orange as Agamethus’s ghost. When it opened its vast red maw, I remembered another reason I hate serpents. Their breath smells worse than Hephaestus’s work shirts.
- The creature snapped at Meg. Despite being neck-deep in water, she somehow sidestepped and thrust her left-handed blade straight into the serpent’s eye.
- The monster threw its head back and hissed. The canal boiled with snake flesh. I was swept off my feet and submerged once more.
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- The Dark prophecy, Chapter 21
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