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by
Rick Riordan
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May 11 - May 12, 2025
He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don’t let that fool you. You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.
She would point her crooked finger at me and say, “Now, honey,” real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.
Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn’t a pen anymore. It was a sword—Mr. Brunner’s bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.
A word about my mother, before you meet her. Her name is Sally Jackson and she’s the best person in the world, which just proves my theory that the best people have the rottenest luck.
Justice for sally jackson
The only good break she ever got was meeting my dad. I don’t have any memories of him, just this sort of warm glow, maybe the barest trace of his smile.
Lost at sea, my mom told me. Not dead. Lost at sea.
He raised the car over his head and threw it down the road. It slammed into the wet asphalt and skidded in a shower of sparks for about half a mile before coming to a stop. The gas tank exploded. Not a scratch, I remembered Gabe saying. Oops.
I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you’re so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, “You drool when you sleep.”
true love
“I don’t even believe in gods.” “Yeah,” he said. “That’s how we all started. Once you start believing in them? It doesn’t get any easier.”
“My father?” I asked, completely bewildered. “Poseidon,” said Chiron. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”
“Then again, Poseidon has tried to unseat Zeus before. I believe that was question thirty-eight on your final exam.…” He looked at me as if he actually expected me to remember question thirty-eight.
A Hawaiian shirted tourist with a camera snapped my photograph before I could recap my sword.
Do not be a pawn of the Olympians, my dear. You would be better off as a statue.
“So if the gods fight,” I said, “will things line up the way they did with the Trojan War? Will it be Athena versus Poseidon?” She put her head against the backpack Ares had given us, and closed her eyes. “I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll fight next to you.”
“I’m Crusty,” he said, with a tartar-yellow smile. I resisted the urge to say, Yes, you are.
Percy jackson the ultimate savage
The dead aren’t scary. They’re just sad.
“How would you like to get smashed: classic or modern?” I showed him my sword. “That’s cool, dead boy,” he said. “Classic it is.”
LIKE CLOCK HIM WHY DONT YOU
“Reconciliation,” she said. “Athena and Poseidon together.” My face felt a little warm, but I managed a smile. “Thanks.”
and the crush starts right… about… neow
“You have made an enemy, godling,” he told me. “You have sealed your fate. Every time you raise your blade in battle, every time you hope for success, you will feel my curse. Beware, Perseus Jackson. Beware.”
The god sitting next to him was his brother, without a doubt, but he was dressed very differently. He reminded me of a beachcomber from Key West. He wore leather sandals, khaki Bermuda shorts, and a Tommy Bahama shirt with coconuts and parrots all over it. His skin was deeply tanned, his hands scarred like an old-time fisherman’s. His hair was black, like mine. His face had that same brooding look that had always gotten me branded a rebel. But his eyes, sea-green like mine, were surrounded by sun-crinkles that told me he smiled a lot, too.
I’m getting in the water
“Perseus.” I turned. There was a different light in his eyes, a fiery kind of pride. “You did well, Perseus. Do not misunderstand me. Whatever else you do, know that you are mine. You are a true son of the Sea God.”
“Here we are again,” I said. “You idiot,” Annabeth said, which is how I knew she was overjoyed to see me conscious.
