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Chapter 4, section 6: Flyboys want you in Florida

The voice in the earpiece was a stern baritone, “I hope you don’t answer all your calls that way.” “No Generalissimo, I have call display. What century do you think this is?” he said with a wink at his aunt. “But how’d you get this number?”
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Chapter 4, section 5: down to business

So here they were, sitting under a tree, Jasper purring contentedly, tray and three bottles empty, sun kissing the horizon goodnight. The mad electronic squirrel started up his rendition of Bach’s Toccata & Fugue, making Demeter jump. Dionysos pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and showed her the piece of human magic.
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Chapter 4, section 4: Dionysos & Demeter reminisce

Dionysos’ mind swam in an ocean of memories as his aunt approached. Events awesome as whales swallowed him whole. He struggled in their gullet until the beasts spat him out onto flowered beds of coral where brightly colored fish swam through filtered sunshine, each on their own business.
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Chapter 4, section 3: Gaia’s own garden

From the top of hillocks he could see the bay’s muddy fingers winding around ancient-looking hills. The trees looked like carpeting, and there was not a sign of mortal habitation anywhere.
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Chapter 4, section 2: where the gods are

Sometimes he wished the family weren’t scattered quite so far apart. Okay, scattered wasn’t quite the best way to put it; they had a tendency to wander around a lot is all. As far as places they called home, there were really only two centers of gravity: Titusville, Florida and Montréal, Québec.
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Chapter 4, section 1: Dionysos in Paradise, Nova Scotia

“The long and winding road, ba-dum-pum, takes me ba-ack to your door!” Since getting off highway 101 (hardly worth calling a highway), Dionysos drove with the window down, breathing in the blessed salt air and letting the Beatles have their way with him.
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