The Demigod Files (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

by Rick Riordan

“You’d better return that chariot,” I told him, “before I get mad.”

Phobos was nothing.

Then I looked at Ares’s motorcycle. I’d never ridden an all-powerful Harley-Davidson war chariot before, but how hard could it be? I hopped on, started the ignition, and rode out of the aquarium to help Clarisse.

OH OH OH

but she called out, “Percy?” “Yeah?” “When you, uh, had that vision about your friends . . .” “You were one of them,” I promised. “Just don’t tell anybody, okay?

Kibbles ’n’ Dragon Bits.

“You know you love it.”

I’d never seen her so happy, like the chance to beat me up was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

“She likes you, man.”

“She likes me for target ...

“Nah, they always do that. A girl starts trying to kill you, you ...

I was about to follow when something sharp and cold pressed against my neck. “Surprise,” Annabeth said, right next me. She

must’ve had her magic Yankees cap on, because she was totally invisible. I tried to move, but she dug her knife under my chin.

She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.

“If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head,” I said, “I’d pick you.”

“I—I think I can walk now,” Beckendorf said, and immediately fell on his face when we let go of him.

This time we did not yell, “For Hephaestus!” We yelled, “Heeeeelp!”

He’s good-looking, but don’t you dare tell him I said that.

Pray you are wrong. Seriously, this may sound fun to read about, but it is bad news. If you do think you’re a demigod, find a satyr

Nico scowled. I doubt he liked being announced as Bianca’s little brother.

“Why’d you bring me here?” he grumbled. “One minute I’m in a New Orleans graveyard.

HAZEL???????

“We were brought together. All three of us.” “What are you talking about?” Nico demanded. “The children of the Big Three,”

“Zeus, Poseidon, Hades.”

Nico plucked a pomegranate off a tree. “My stepmother Persephone’s garden.” He made a sour face and dropped the fruit. “Don’t eat anything.”

“Family spat?” Nico cried. “You turned me into a dandelion!”

She sounded bitter. After all these millennia, I guess she still resented living with Hades half the year. She looked so bleached and out of place, like an old photograph of springtime. She turned toward me as if reading my thoughts. “Hades is my husband and master, young one. I would do anything for him.

“You mean it would make Hades their equal?

“That’s a wicked sword,” I said at last.

“I’ll never help you! Go to Hades!” “Already there,” Nico muttered.

I looked up and might have used a few cuss words myself.