The Lost Hero (The Heroes of Olympus, #1)

by Rick Riordan

Then his eyes fixed on Jason, and his scowl deepened. A jolt went down Jason’s spine. He was sure the coach knew he didn’t belong there. He was going to call Jason out, demand to know what he was doing on the bus—and Jason wouldn’t have a clue what to say.

“Annabeth was redesigning Olympus after it was damaged in the Titan War,”

Jake nodded. “That’s good. Because I’ll give you the best bed in the cabin—Beckendorf’s.”

ugh our sweetpea

“The counselor who died—this was his bed?” “Yeah,” Jake said. “Charles Beckendorf.”

“He didn’t, like, die in this bed, did he?” “No,” Jake said. “In the Titan War, last summer.”

Even little Harley, who couldn’t have been more than eight, looked like he could go six rounds with Chuck Norris without breaking a sweat.

She wore camo pants, a tank top that showed off her buff arms, and a red bandanna over a mop of dark hair. Except for the smiley-face Band-Aid on her chin, she looked like one of those female action heroes, like any second she was going to grab a machine gun and start mowing down evil aliens.

marry me?

He extended his fingers and felt them tingle, like they were waking up—pins and needles. Then flames flickered to life, curls of red-hot fire dancing across his palm.

Chiron started to smile at Jason. Then the color drained from his face. “You…” The centaur’s eyes flared like a cornered animal’s. “You should be dead.”

pause?

You have until sunset on the solstice, Jason. Four short days. Do not fail me.

not this shit again

Grover, Tyson, Nico, the Hunters of Artemis—everyone’s out looking. We will find him.

MY LOVEDSS

“Hail, Piper McLean,” Chiron announced gravely, as if he were speaking at her funeral. “Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of the doves, goddess of love.”

You are our saving grace, as always.

"jason GRACE"

In his robes and sandals, Zeus looked like a really buff, really angry hippie.

“My last name is Grace,” he said. “This is my sister.”