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

by Rick Riordan

Lord Kronos rose out of his coffin in a terrible new form, and she’d earned my permanent respect by nailing him in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.

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We’d spent a lot of time together this summer. I hadn’t exactly planned it that way, but the more serious things got at camp, the more I found myself needing to call up Rachel and get away, just for some breathing room.

ok rachel.... im jealous of you

She nodded. “And so…hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?”

RACHEL????

“Oh, hey. I’m Beckendorf. You must be Rachel. Percy’s told me…uh, I mean he mentioned you.”

PERCY'S TOLD ME ABOUT YOU STOP😭

“Good luck.” Rachel kissed me before I could even react. “Now, get going, half-blood. Go kill some monsters for me.” My last view of her was sitting in the shotgun seat of the Prius, her arms crossed, watching as Blackjack circled higher and higher, carrying Beckendorf and me into the sky. I wondered what Rachel wanted to talk to me about, and whether I’d live long enough to find out. “So,” Beckendorf said, “I’m guessing you don’t want me to mention that little scene to Annabeth.”

No way that just happened. No way.

Ethan Nakamura, the son of Nemesis. I’d saved his life in the Labyrinth last summer, and in return, the little punk had helped Kronos come back to life.

Persassy the loml

My eyes refocused. I was looking at a Cyclops—a misshapen face, ratty brown hair, one big brown eye full of concern. “Tyson?” My brother broke into a toothy grin.

TYSON I MISSED YOU

I knew in my gut he was dead. He’d sacrificed himself to take out the Princess Andromeda, and I had abandoned him.

beckendorf :(

Poseidon cleared his throat. “Yes, well…and this is my son Triton. Er, my other son.” “Your son and heir,” the green dude corrected. His double fishtails swished back and forth. He smiled at me, but there was no friendliness in his eyes. “Hello, Perseus Jackson. Come to help at last?” He acted like I was late or lazy.

ANOTHER son??? damn Poseidon gets around

“You must hear the prophecy. The entire prophecy.” I didn’t need to ask him which prophecy. I’d been hearing about the “Great Prophecy” for years, but nobody would ever tell me the whole thing. All I knew was that I was supposed to make a decision that would decide the fate of the world—but no pressure.

The prophecy omg

I stopped at the dining pavilion and waited for them. No sense rushing down there to tell them what a loser I was.

YOURE NOT A LOSER I LOVE U

Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I’ll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her.

PERCABETH

Finally Clarisse from the Ares cabin came forward. She put her arm around Silena. They had one of the strangest friendships ever—a daughter of the war god and a daughter of the love goddess—but ever since Silena had given Clarisse advice last summer about her first boyfriend, Clarisse had decided she was Silena’s personal bodyguard.

I will forever be a Clarisse La Rue apologist/defender

Annabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. “I’m glad you’re not dead, Seaweed Brain.”

I adore them so much

A blade was supposed to reap my soul. As general rule, I preferred not to have my soul reaped.

Persassy pt 2

Annabeth blushed. It dawned on me that she knew I’d been hanging out with Rachel, and I felt guilty. Then I felt angry that I felt guilty. I was allowed to have friends outside camp, right? It wasn’t like…

I feel bad for Annabeth now :(

Okay, back up. I have to explain that Rachel doesn’t have a room. She has the top floor of her family’s mansion, which is a renovated brownstone in Brooklyn. Her “room” is a huge loft with industrial lighting and floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s about twice as big as my mom’s apartment.

if this was previously mentioned i genuinely don't remember it. Sorry Rachel

And when demigods use cell phones, the signals agitate every monster within a hundred miles.

GOOD TO KNOW

Apollo was god of poetry as well as archery, and I’d heard him recite in person. I’d almost rather get shot by an arrow.

Persassy delivering in this book

I found myself staring at her, which was stupid since I’d seen her a billion times. She and I were about the same height this summer, which was a relief. Still, she seemed so much more mature. It was kind of intimidating. I mean, sure, she’d always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful.

I'm going to go sob into my pillow :)

But the thing is, the godly side of your family doesn’t count, genetically speaking, since gods don’t have DNA.

Had never thought about this before but it suddenly seems very obvious

She got right in my face. “Yes, you. You’re a coward, Percy Jackson!” We were nose to nose. Her eyes were red, and I suddenly realized that when she called me a coward, maybe she wasn’t talking about the prophecy.

ANGSTY PERCABETH RN?!?!

Nico walked back to us. “Good job, Percy. Judging from the trail of goat pellets, I’d say you shook him up pretty well.”

HAHAH I love Nico

She looked like someone who enjoyed sticking her fingers in electrical sockets.

This is the funniest way he's ever described someone.

“You’re Hestia,” I said. “Goddess of the Hearth.” She nodded.

Is it bad that I didn't know who that was

“You are a good hero, Percy Jackson. Not too proud. I like that. But you have much to learn. When Dionysus was made a god, I gave up my throne for him. It was the only way to avoid a civil war among the gods.”

She's a queen in my eyes

Home. Hearth. I am the last Olympian. You must remember me when you face your final decision.”

Whenever the book title is mentioned I get uneasy

A minute later, the tree next to us shivered. Grover fell out of the branches, right on his head. “Grover!” I yelled. “Woof!” Mrs. O’Leary looked up, probably wondering if we were going to play fetch with the satyr.

GROVER I WAS SO WORRIED

Nico exhaled. “Grover, you met Morpheus, the God of Dreams. You’re lucky you ever woke up.” “Two months,” Grover moaned. “He put me to sleep for two months!”

Imagine a two month nap

“Mrs. Dodds,” I said. She bared her fangs. “Welcome back, honey.” Her two sisters—the other Furies—swooped down and settled next to her in the branches of the poplar. “You know Alecto?” Nico asked me. “If you mean the hag in the middle, yeah,” I said. “She was my math teacher.”

IF YOU MEAN THE HAG IN THE MIDDLE 😭😭😭

Next to me, Nico knelt. I wished I had my sword so I could cut his stupid head off. Unfortunately, Riptide was still out in the fields somewhere.

Why hasn't it returned yet?? I thought it was almost instantly

“You know why,” Hades said. “This idiot son of Poseidon cannot be allowed to be the child of the prophecy.”

Stfu hades

He had bathed in the River Styx and taken on the powers of the greatest mortal hero, Achilles. He was invincible.

THATS HOW KRONOS WAS ABLE TO TAKE OVER LUKE'S BODY

“Hold on, Seaweed Brain.” It was Annabeth’s voice, much clearer now. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.” The cord strengthened. I could see Annabeth now—standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier. I’d fallen out of my canoe. That was it. She was reaching out her hand to haul me up, and she was trying not to laugh. She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible. “You are such an idiot sometimes.” She smiled. “Come on. Take my hand.” Memories came flooding back to me—sharper and more colorful. I stopped dissolving. My name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth’s hand.

The fact that this was the thing that kept him tethered while he was in excruciating pain in the river styx. I am unwell

The next thing I knew, my knee was planted on Hades’s chest. I

PERIOD PERCY

Nico’s mouth hung open. “You just…with a sword…you just—” “I think the river thing worked,” I said. “Oh gee,” he said sarcastically. “You think?”

I'm picturing this and laughing

All these years, I hadn’t realized it was a gift from Luke. I’d asked her many times why she preferred to fight with a knife instead of a sword, and she’d never answered me. Now I knew.

I could have sworn this was mentioned in book one.

“Thalia!” Annabeth cried. The daughter of Zeus grinned. “The Hunters of Artemis, reporting for duty.”

THALIA I MISSED YOU SM

Before I could lose my courage, I said, “Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right?” I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. “Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we’ll see.”

AHHHH

Behind me, Annabeth cried out in pain. “Annabeth!” I turned in time to see her fall, clutching her arm. A demigod with a bloody knife stood over her. In a flash I understood what had happened. He’d been trying to stab me. Judging from the position of his blade, he would’ve taken me—maybe by sheer luck—in the small of my back, my only weak point. Annabeth had intercepted the knife with her own body. But why? She didn’t know about my weak spot. No one did.

The gasp I just let out

“Get back!” I slashed the air in a wide arc, driving the rest of the demigods away from Annabeth. “No one touches her!”

I WANT THIS TATTOOED ON MY FOREHEAD

“Percy?” Silena Beauregard sounded like she’d been crying. “Plaza Hotel. You’d better come quickly and bring a healer from Apollo’s cabin. It’s…it’s Annabeth.”

Oh my god.

“You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”

Annabeth being a little simp while she's fighting for her life is so me coded

“How did you know?” “Know what?” I looked around to make sure we were alone. Then I leaned in close and whispered: “My Achilles spot. If you hadn’t taken that knife, I would’ve died.” She got a faraway look in her eyes. Her breath smelled of grapes, maybe from the nectar. “I don’t know, Percy. I just had this feeling you were in danger. Where…where is the spot?”

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I WANNA DIE

May Castellan had tried to become the Oracle. She hadn’t known about Hades’s curse preventing the spirit of Delphi from taking another host. Neither had Chiron or Hermes. They hadn’t realized that by trying to take the job, May would be driven mad, plagued with fits in which her eyes would glow green and she would have shattered glimpses of her child’s future.

FINALLY AN EXPLANATION. poor may

The noise was like a cannon barrage combined with a football stadium crowd—like every Patriots fan in New England was charging us with bazookas.

NEW ENGLAND MENTIONED RAAAAAH (Rhode Islander here hello)

Drakons are several millennia older than dragons, and much larger. They look like giant serpents. Most don’t have wings. Most don’t breathe fire (though some do). All are poisonous. All are immensely strong, with scales harder than titanium. Their eyes can paralyze you; not the turn-you-to-stone Medusa-type paralysis, but the oh-my-gods-that-big-snake-is-going-to-eat-me type of paralysis, which is just as bad.

Didn't know the difference whatsoever, thanks uncle Rick

Through her war helmet, I could only see her eyes—but I could tell something was wrong. Her blue eyes shone with fear. Clarisse never looked like that. And she didn’t have blue eyes.

I THINK ITS SILENA. OH MY GOD I REALLY THINK ITS HER

My head spun. Why hadn’t I noticed before? The girl in Clarisse’s armor was much thinner, not as tall. But why would someone pretend to be Clarisse?

ITS ABSOLUTELY SILENA

Now I knew what she meant, and I knew who the hero was who had led the Ares cabin into battle. I looked down at the dying face of Silena Beauregard.

I KNEW IT.