The Demigod Files (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

by Rick Riordan

“Percy, look out!” Clarisse yelled, like I needed somebody to tell me that.

Beckendorf, whose legs were now working fine (nothing like being chased by a huge monster to get your body back in order)

“Who?” I asked. Then I ran her through with my sword. Note to self: If you vaporize monsters, they can’t answer your questions.

“Enough,” I said, but my voice hardly worked. Despite the pain, I lifted my sword and stepped toward the ghost. “You’re not anybody’s mama!”

Iapetus sat up and stared at him. Then he looked at me and smiled. “Hello,” he said. “Who am I?” “You’re my friend,” I blurted out. “You’re . . . Bob.”