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40 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2012
Even if the guy was a jerk, magicians weren’t supposed to go around sucker-punching kids into orbit with the Fist of Horus.
Unfortunately, the all-American scene was kind of ruined by the monster, who was busily eating a green Prius hatchback with a bumper sticker that read MY POODLE IS SMARTER THAN YOUR HONOR STUDENT.
“Why do I get to keep him occupied?”
“Because you’re more annoying,” Percy said. “Just try not to get eaten again.”
Not exactly my finest tactical move, but having a hippo shoved up his nose must have been sufficiently distracting.
I really hoped I hadn’t just flattened some defenseless mortal in the middle of watching Dr Phil.
‘Good working with you, Carter.’
We shook. No sparks flew. No thunder boomed. But I still couldn’t escape the feeling that we’d opened a door, meeting like this – a door that we might not be able to close.
‘You too, Percy.’
"Somewhere there’s a kid named Percy with a secret hieroglyph on his hand. And I have a feeling that sooner or later I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and hear one word, spoken urgently in my mind: