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The bull-man hunched over our car, looking in the win-dows-or not looking, exactly. More like snuffling, nuz-zling. I wasn't sure why he bothered, since we were only about fifty feet away. PG 56
"Go, Percy! Separate!" PG. 57
"He reeked like rotten meat." PG. 57
"The bull-man charged too fast, his arms out to grab me whichever way I tried to dodge." Pg. 59
The bull-man bore down on Grover, who lay helpless in the grass. The monster hunched over, snuffling my best friend, as if he were about to lift Grover up and make him dissolve too. PG. 58
The bull-man screamed and flung me through the air. I landed flat on my back in the grass. My head smacked against a rock. When I sat up, my vision was blurry, but I had a horn in my hands, a ragged bone weapon the size of a knife. PG. 60
Then, with an angry roar, the monster closed his fists around my mother's neck, and she dissolvedbefore my eyes, melting into light, a shimmering golden form, as if she were a holographic projection. A blinding flash, and she was simply ... gone. PG. 58
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