The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #5)

by Rick Riordan

It’s hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.

‘A half-blood of the eldest dogs …’ ‘Er, Percy?’ Annabeth interrupted. ‘That’s gods. Not dogs.’ ‘Oh, right,’ I said. Being dyslexic is one mark of a demigod, but sometimes I really hate it. The more nervous I am, the worse my reading gets.

‘And see the world in endless sleep, The hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap.’

‘Seven half-bloods shall answer the call, To storm or fire the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath, And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.’