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Chapter 6, section 8: froggy went a-dolphin

Only the fuselage made it all the way through. The wings snapped off, leaving twisted metal plates and smoking engine turbines to tumble down the cliff face.
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Chapter 6, section 7: “There must be some kinda way outta here,” said the joker to the thief.

The black spot had grown and taken the form of a man with light-sucking wings and an axe raised over his head. The rage on his face told them to get lost or stay for good. Dionysos muttered, “Not yet, buddy.” He told the pilot, “Bank left a bit. Buy some time.”
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Chapter 6, section 6: Frogs on a plane

He watched the commander’s wide mouth flap with its thin lips and thought back to his last visit to this land without a sun. That’s it: he stuck out his tongue and six soldiers became six frogs. The infernal shouting became a chorus of startled croaks.
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Chapter 6, section 5: A Tour of the Tartarus

Dionysos sat down. “If I’m right, we need to go about thirty degrees to port. Look for a flat-topped peak surrounded by buzzards.”
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Chapter 6, section 4: Dionysos the Navigator

The jagged silhouette of the mountain range began to look almost familiar, and he thought he recognized one or two of the peaks. “Fly in closer to the range. See that peak there, the one that looks like an ogre took an axe to the north face? Past that, one or two.” The pilot descended. No matter how close they came to the mountains, the things still looked like charcoal paintings.
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Chapter 6, section 3: welcome to Hell

One moment they were cruising over the sparkling waters of the North Atlantic, and one corkscrew moment later the sky was black. The sun was gone. There were neither moon nor stars, and they flew over dusty black-and-white mountains barely capped with dirty, shrewish snow that looked like gray hair falling out in patches. The plane lurched again slightly, then found an air current so smooth that they seemed suspended motionless over a charcoal landscape painting.
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