My reaction when I bought this book? It is visibly shorter. So if you buy this book and end up upset that it's short, it's your fault.
Therefore, do not throw a hissy fit because it is short. It's a short story. Hence the 'short' part! Who are they, you ask? Carter Kane, head of the 21st Nome in Brooklyn.
No, I am not favoring Percy by putting that he's a hero. Carter's one too! He kicked snake booty. The story takes place on Long Island, where the two protagonists meet.
Now, I'm willing to bet that you think the plot is very complex, because it's an Egyptian and Greek together. You, sir I do not care what your gender is , would be wrong.
The plot is simple, exciting, and made me unable to stop reading. Carter's investigating the Island when he hears about a monster sighting. There, he meets Percy, who is also trying to find the monster.
The result? The two boys end up working together to stop the beast before it eats everyone. And no, that is not a spoiler. I loved seeing Percy through Carter's eyes. It was just Also, it's been so long since the Kane Chronicles series ended About a year. But hey, that's long! At least with his personality, I can. Another thing I loved about the book was its humor.
Oh my gosh, I loved its humor!!!!!!! It was full of hilarious moments that made me laugh so hard, I had to worry about being too loud, because someone in the room across from mine was asleep. May 19, AJ rated it it was amazing. Okay, so don't kill me but I haven't read the Kane Chronicles. This little crossover encounter was CRAY. I mean, we already know Percy Jackson is the baddest badass there is and I'm assuming Carter Kane would be the Egyptian equivalent.
So together? The badassery is off the freaking charts. What I really loved was when they first met Okay, so don't kill me but What I really loved was when they first met and Percy is all laid back like 'Dude, I'm just trying to kill the monster.
Your welcome. I just feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You have to read it to believe it. I loved this book, but that's not much of a surprise considering it's by Rick Riordan. Prophecies do not flow forth with great regularity. Sprinkled throughout are stories from heroes who have called Camp Half-Blood home or just passed through on their way to places unknown. Chiron himself introduces the book with a brief history of training based on his millennia of experience.
And, of course, divine words of wisdom from the god Apollo himself are included, because the demigod authors would prefer not to be struck down by him, thank you very much.
Score: 3. In this gripping follow-up to Percy Jackson and the Greek Gods, demigod Percy Jackson tells the stories of twelve of the original Greek heroes in all their gory, bloodthirsty glory. Want to know who cut off Medusa's head? Which hero was raised by a she-bear? Who tamed Pegasus, the winged horse?
Percy has all the answers. Popular Books. Fear No Evil by James Patterson. Mercy by David Baldacci. From This Moment by Melody Grace. The Awakening by Nora Roberts. The Dark Hours by Michael Connelly. The book has been awarded with , and many others.
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Password recovery. Recover your password. Forgot your password? Get help. Please enter your comment! Please enter your name here. My heart did a slow roll. I really was an idiot. I locked eyes with Camper Boy.
Now, could you please untie my sword hand from my head? I feel like a freaking unicorn. He summoned his shoes out of the river — I had no idea how — and put them on. Then he helped me bind my hand with a strip of linen and waited while I swigged down half of my healing potion.
After that, I felt good enough to race after him towards the sound of the screaming. Nevertheless, I had to struggle to keep up with Camper Boy. Which reminded me, I was getting tired of calling him that. He gave me a cautious glance. Names can be dangerous. Names held power. A while back, my sister, Sadie, had learned my ren, my secret name, and it still caused me all sorts of anxiety. The lines around his eyes relaxed a bit. That struck me as an unusual name — British, maybe, though the kid spoke and acted very much like an American.
We jumped a rotten log and finally made it out of the marsh. Not a good sign. I thought. Talking to Percy was giving me a serious headache. It reminded me of the time my dad took me to Scotland for one of his Egyptology lectures. Percy was like that. He and I almost spoke the same language — magic, monsters, et cetera. But his vocabulary was completely wrong. Egyptian god. He stared at me, and I could swear the air between us turned electric.
A voice, very deep in my mind, said: Shut up. Now I live in Brooklyn. Just skip the history lesson. How do we kill it? Except for the giant crocodile in the middle of the street, the neighbourhood could have been Anywhere, USA.
Ringing the cul-de-sac were half a dozen single-storey homes with well-kept front lawns, economy cars in the driveways, mailboxes at the kerb, flags hanging above the front porches. Maybe the petsuchos thought the Toyota was another crocodile, and he was asserting his dominance. Whatever the case, on dry land the crocodile looked even scarier than he had in the water.
He was about forty feet long, as tall as a delivery truck, with a tail so massive and powerful it overturned cars every time it swished.
His skin glistened blackish green and gushed water that pooled around his feet. I remembered Sobek once telling me that his divine sweat created the rivers of the world. I guessed this monster had the same holy perspiration. Double yuck. His jagged teeth gleamed white. But the weirdest thing about him was his bling. Round his neck hung an elaborate collar of gold chains and enough precious stones to buy a private island.
The necklace was how I had realized the monster was a petsuchos, back at the marsh. As Percy and I took in the scene, the crocodile clamped down and bit the green Prius in half, spraying glass and metal and pieces of airbag across the lawns. They were just elementary-age kids, armed with nothing but water balloons and Super Soakers. I guessed that they were on summer break and had been cooling off with a water fight when the monster interrupted them.
There were no adults in sight. Maybe they were all at work. Maybe they were inside, passed out from fright.
The kids looked angry rather than scared. Useless and stupid? They were trying their best to face down a monster that had invaded their neighbourhood. Maybe they saw the crocodile for what it was. Maybe their mortal brains made them think it was an escaped elephant from the zoo, or a crazed FedEx delivery driver with a death wish. Whatever they saw, they were in danger. My throat closed up. The kids scattered, hiding behind ruined cars and mailboxes.
The petsuchos turned his glowing yellow eyes on me. At my side, Percy whistled under his breath. His yellow eyes flicked back and forth between us, as if deciding which of us to eat first. That necklace? To beat the monster, we have to get that necklace off. Then the petsuchos should shrink back into a regular crocodile. You keep him occupied. The petsuchos charged, and my new comrade-in-arms sprinted to one side, leaving me right in the path of destruction.
First random thought: Getting eaten twice in one day would be very embarrassing. I heard the mortal kids come out from their hiding places, yelling and throwing more water balloons like they were trying to protect me. The petsuchos lumbered towards me, his jaws opening to snap me up. And I got angry. I was not going to back down from an overgrown gator. The air crackled with power as my combat avatar formed round me — a glowing blue exoskeleton in the shape of Horus. It lifted me off the ground until I was suspended in the middle of a twenty-foot-tall, hawk-headed warrior.
I stepped forward, bracing myself, and the avatar mimicked my stance. What the —? He nearly toppled me. I was at least hoping to cut through the necklace that was the source of his power.
Unfortunately, my swing went wide. Instead of blood, he spilled sand, which is pretty typical for Egyptian monsters. I would have enjoyed seeing him disintegrate completely, but no such luck. As soon as I yanked my blade free, the wound started closing and the sand slowed to a trickle.
The crocodile whipped his head from side to side, pulling me off my feet and shaking me by the arm like a dog with a chew toy. My vision cleared, and I saw two things that irritated me. First, the crocodile was charging me again. Second, my new friend Percy was just standing in the middle of the street, staring at me in shock. I decided that if I survived this day I would have to make sure this guy never met Sadie.
As the monster closed in on me, I kicked him in the snout, which made him sneeze and shake his head long enough for me to extricate myself from the ruined house.
The monster thrashed around, his hide shedding water all over the place, but somehow Percy managed to keep his footing. The guy must have practised gymnastics or something.
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