The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #1)

by Rick Riordan

ditched

bladder

a beeline for the

complained

snooty!”

suitcase

She’s got a few gray streaks

sake,

Besides,”

kick

soft spot,

munched

beans,

quit

guts

cot that a snake had slithered into. My mom screamed when she came to pick me up and found me playing with a limp, scaly rope I’d somehow managed to strangle to death with my meaty toddler hands.

numb

silhouette

bulky and fuzzy.

It was jammed shut in the mud.

blanket

nostrils

uphill

hunched

skidded

selfish,

reeked like rotten meat.

the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess’s. They both looked down at me, and the girl said, “He’s the one. He must be.” “Silence, Annabeth,” the man said. “He’s still conscious. Bring him inside.”

The porch

leaning

rail

Instead she said, “You drool when you sleep.”

sighed.

He shed his tweed jacket

might

fate

guilty.

“Quite,”

“At any rate,

late bl...

accomp...

A...

sword and shield?”

sword and spear

(odds

evens

A girl about nine years old was tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick.

studded

slabs

hewn