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- Nico enjoyed how nervous the Romans acted around him, even though they were older and bigger and more experienced fighters. “I didn’t say I would be behind the wheel.”
- He knelt and placed his hand on the ground. He felt the nearest graves, the bones of forgotten humans buried and scattered. He searched deeper, extending his senses into the Underworld. “Jules-Albert. Let’s go.”
- The ground split. A zombie in a ragged nineteenth-century motoring outfit clawed his way to the surface. Leila stepped back. Dakota screamed like a kindergartner.
- “What is that, man?” Dakota protested.
- “This is my driver,” Nico said. “Jules-Albert finished first in the Paris-Rouen motorcar race back in 1895, but he wasn’t awarded the prize because his steam car used a stoker.”
- Leila stared at him. “What are you even talking about?”
- - The Blood of Olympus, Chapter 45
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