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Oct 11, Minutes Middle Grade 10 and up Buy. Oct 04, Minutes Middle Grade 10 and up Buy. Oct 11, Minutes Middle Grade 10 and up. Oct 04, Minutes Middle Grade 10 and up. Percy is confused. His brain fuzz is lingering, even after the wolf Lupa told him he is a demigod and trained him to fight.
Hazel is supposed to be dead. When she lived before, she didn't do a very good job of it.
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When the Voice took over her mother and commanded Hazel to use her "gift" for an evil purpose, Hazel couldn't say no. Now, because of her mistake, the future of the world is at risk. Frank is a klutz. His grandmother claims he is descended from ancient heroes and can be anything he wants to be, but he doesn't see it. He doesn't even know who his father is. He keeps hoping Apollo will claim him, because the only thing he is good at is archery—although not good enough to help the Fifth Cohort win at war games.
His big and bulky physique makes him feel like a clumsy ox, especially in front of Hazel, his closest friend at camp. He trusts her completely—enough, even, to share the secret he holds close to his heart. Publication Details Publisher: Disney Book Group Imprint: Disney Hyperion Publication Date: He had to check out that tunnel. He needed a way down to the highway—fast. He slung off his backpack.
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But he had nothing that would serve as a parachute or a sled. That left him two options: Both options sounded pretty bad.
He cursed and pulled his pen from his pocket. The blade balanced perfectly. The leather grip fit his hand like it had been custom designed for him. Etched along the guard was an Ancient Greek word Percy somehow understood: And then the wolves came Right next to him, a familiar voice jolted him back to the present: It was the smiley one—Beano. As near as Percy could figure, he was dyslexic, because words got twisted around when he tried to read.
She was still wearing her green Bargain Mart employee vest over a flower-print dress. Or you looked up and saw bronze boar tusks sticking out of the corners of her mouth.
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Her eyes glowed red, and her hair was a writhing nest of bright green snakes. The most horrible thing about her? She was still holding her big silver platter of free samples: Her platter was dented from all the times Percyhad killed her, but those little samples looked perfectly fine.
Stheno just kept toting them across California so she could offer Percy a snack before she killed him. They were indestructible. Percy fended her off with his sword.
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Fortunately she was too busy glaring at her sister to pay him much attention. Except for her hair, which was a nest of coral snakes instead of green vipers, she looked exactly like her sister. Her name badge read: Now, put down that ridiculous tray and help me kill this demigod.
She still has not returned from Tartarus. Of course, so did the idea that a ballpoint pen could turn into a sword, or that monsters could disguise themselves with something called the Mist, or that Percy was the son of a barnacle- encrusted god from five thousand years ago. But he did believe it. Even though his memory was erased, he knew he was a demigod the same way he knew his name was Percy Jackson. Which pretty much sucked.
Your sister can turn people to stone. She was the most hideous one in the family.
She got all the luck! That makes you a little tougher to kill.
Dipped in the River Styx as a child, you know, so he was invulnerable except for a tiny spot on his ankle. But not to worry. Heroes like you always have a weak spot. We just have to find it, and then we can kill you. Maybe if he just fell down the mountain…would he survive? But I said it would be quick and painless. Our patron will reward us greatly!
Keep them talking, he thought. The one who brought us back from oblivion! Even now, her armies are marching south. Percy took the opening. He raised the platter, and Stheno found herself facing her own greasy reflection. Her sister Euryale had crumbled to dust, but she was already starting to re-form, like a snowman un-melting. Get him! He put the platter behind his butt, said a silent prayer to whatever Roman god oversaw stupid sledding tricks, and jumped off the side of the hill.
Percy narrowly missed a tree, glanced off a boulder, and spun a three-sixty as he shot toward the highway.
The stupid snack tray did not have power steering. The roof of the apartment building loomed below him like the prow of a battleship. Head-on collision in ten, nine, eight… He managed to swivel sideways to avoid breaking his legs on impact. The snack platter skittered across the roof and sailed through the air. The platter went one way. Percy went the other. As he fell toward the highway, a horrible scenario flashed through his mind: Stupid sixteen-year-old kid falling from the sky!
Miraculously, a gust of wind blew him to one side—just enough to miss the highway and crash into a clump of bushes. Percy groaned. He wanted to lie there and pass out, but he had to keep moving. He struggled to his feet. His hands were scratched up, but no bones seemed to be broken. He still had his backpack. That was part of its magic.
He glanced up the hill. The gorgons were hard to miss, with their colorful snake hair and their bright green Bargain Mart vests.
They were picking their way down the slope, going slower than Percy but with a lot more control. Percy figured he had maybe five minutes before they reached him. Next to him, a tall chain-link fence separated the highway from a neighborhood of winding streets, cozy houses, and talleucalyptus trees. The fence was probably there to keep people from getting onto the highway and doing stupid things—like sledding into the fast lane on snack trays—but the chain- link was full of big holes.
Percy could easily slip through into the neighborhood. Maybe he could find a car and drive west to the ocean. He glanced east. Two tunnel entrances, one for each direction of traffic, stared down at him like eye sockets of a giant skull.