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But rumour has it that Camp Half-Blood actually exists, and The Heroes of Olympus series. THE LOST Percy Jackson/Kane Chronicles Adventures ( ebooks). THE BLOOD OF OLYMPUS Contents I: Jason II: Jason TIT: Jason IV: Jason V Percy Jackson/Kane Chronicles Adventures (ebooks) THE SON OF SOBER. The Heroes of Olympus Series, Book 5 · The Heroes of Olympus. by Rick She needs their blood-the blood of Olympus-in order to wake. The demigods are.
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The ghoul made his way to the central fountain. From the three-foot-tall pedestal, a geyser of sand spewed upward, arcing into an umbrella-shaped curtain of white particles before spilling into the circular basin. The ghoul heaved the marble bust into the fountain. The sand glittered gold, the colour of ichor — godly blood.
Then the entire mountain rumbled with a muffled BOOM, as if belching after a meal. The dead partygoers roared with approval. Jason clenched his walking stick. Who does he think he is? If I remember right, it was Odysseus who shot him through the neck with that arrow. What about all the others? Why are there so many? Some are just spirits. Also, they eat human flesh. Jason hated the backup plan.
Before they left the ship, Leo had given each of them an emergency flare the size of a birthday candle. Supposedly, if they tossed one in the air, it would shoot upward in a streak of white phosphorus, alerting the Argo II that the team was in trouble. Not the safest plan, but at least Jason had the satisfaction of knowing that he could call an air strike on this noisy mob of dead guys if the situation got dicey.
Of course, that was assuming he and his friends could get away. Piper crept around the left side of the ridge. Annabeth went right. Jason pulled himself up with his walking stick and hobbled towards the ruins. Over the past few days, every time Jason sacrificed a portion of a meal to Jupiter, he prayed to his dad to help Nico. That kid had gone through so much, and yet he had volunteered for the most difficult job: transporting the Athena Parthenos statue to Camp Half-Blood.
Then, no matter what happened in Greece, the Argo II would have no home to return to. He realized just in time that a section of mosaic floor in front of him was an illusion covering a ten-foot-deep excavation pit.
He sidestepped it and continued into the courtyard. The two levels of reality reminded him of the Titan stronghold on Mount Othrys — a disorienti ng maze of black marble walls that randomly melted into shadow and solidified again. At least during that fight Jason had had a hundred legionnaires at his side. Forty feet ahead of him, Piper moved through the crowd, smiling and filling wineglasses for the ghostly revellers.
Over on the right, Annabeth collected empty plates and goblets. He reached the edge of the crowd. Some scowled and gripped the hilts of their glowing purple swords. He hobbled forward, putting on his best cranky old man expression. I hope you saved me some food? Should I kill him, Antinous? Antinous regarded him for three counts, then chuckled.
Come, Iros, join me at my table. He sat across from Antinous while more ghosts crowded around, leering as if they expected to see a particularly vicious arm-wrestling contest.
His lips stretched paper-thin over wolfish teeth. More dirt spilled from the base of the arrow wound in his throat.
The power of Gaia, Jason thought. The earth is holding this guy together. Antinous slid a golden goblet and a platter of food across the table. But I suppose even a beggar can sue for retribution.
On the plate sat a steaming brown lump of mystery meat. He recalled what Notus the South Wind had told him: A wind that blows aimlessly is no good to anyone.
He mediated between demigods, listened to all sides of an argument, found compromises. Even when he chafed against Roman traditions, he thought before he acted.
Notus had warned him that such hesitation would kill him. Jason had to stop deliberating and take what he wanted. The suitors were nasty customers when they were alive. If they fnd out were demigods Hazels magic will work, Piper said.
Jason tried to believe that. The suitors: a hundred of the greediest, evilest cutthroats whod ever lived. When Odysseus, the Greek king of Ithaca, went missing after the Trojan War, this mob of B-list princes had invaded his palace and refused to leave, each one hop- ing to marry Queen Penelope and take over the kingdom. Odysseus managed to return in secret and slaughter them allyour basic happy homecoming.
But if Pipers visions were right, the suitors were now back, haunting the place where theyd died. Jason couldnt believe he was about to visit the actual pal- ace of Odysseusone of the most famous Greek heroes of all time. Then again, this whole quest had been one mind- blowing event after another.
Annabeth herself had just come back from the eternal abyss of Tartarus. Given that, Jason decided maybe he shouldnt complain about being an old man. He steadied himself with his walking stick. If I look as old as I feel, my disguise must be perfect. Lets get going. As they climbed, sweat trickled down his neck. His calves ached. Despite the heat, he began to shiver. And try as he might, he couldnt stop thinking about his recent dreams. Ever since the House of Hades, theyd gotten more vivid.
What will you do when the Earth Mother opens her eyes? Other times Jason found himself at the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Gaea the Earth Mother rose from the grounda swirl- ing fgure of soil, leaves, and stones. Poor child. Her voice resonated across the landscape, shak- ing the bedrock under Jasons feet.
Your father is frst among the gods, yet you are always second bestto your Roman comrades, to your Greek friends, even to your family. How will you prove yourself? His worst dream started in the courtyard of the Sonoma Wolf House. Before him stood the goddess Juno, glowing with the radiance of molten silver. Your life belongs to me, her voice thundered. An appeasement from Zeus.
Jason knew he shouldnt look, but he couldnt close his eyes as Juno went supernova, revealing her true godly form. Pain seared Jasons mind. His body burned away in layers like an onion. Then the scene changed.
Jason was still at the Wolf House, but now he was a little boyno more than two years old. A woman knelt before him, her lemony scent so familiar. Her features were watery and indistinct, but he knew her voice: bright and brittle, like the thinnest layer of ice over a fast stream.
I will be back for you, dearest, she said. I will see you soon. Every time Jason woke up from that nightmare, his face was beaded with sweat. His eyes stung with tears. Their ghosts would become restless.
Jason had hoped that particular ghost would stay away, but every night the dream got worse. Now he was climbing to the ruins of a palace where an army of ghosts had gathered.
That doesnt mean shell be there, Jason told himself. But his hands wouldnt stop trembling. Leo has a way with tools. His new cabin at Camp Half-Blood is filled with them. Seriously, the place beats Wilderness School hands down, with its weapons training, monsters, and fine-looking girls.
Weirdest of all, his bunkmates insist they are all—including Leo—related to a god. 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. Who are the other four mentioned in the prophecy? The answer may lie in another camp miles away, where a new camper has shown up and appears to be the son of Neptune, god of the sea…. With an ever-expanding cast of brave-hearted heroes and formidable foes, this second book in The Heroes of Olympus series offers all of the action, pathos, and humor that Rick Riordan fans crave.
Annabeth is terrified. Annabeth hopes that the sight of their praetor Jason on deck will reassure the Romans that the visitors from Camp Half-Blood are coming in peace. In her pocket Annabeth carries a gift from her mother that came with an unnerving demand: Follow the Mark of Athena.
Avenge me. Annabeth already feels weighed down by the prophecy that will send seven demigods on a quest to find—and close— the Doors of Death. What more does Athena want from her? Does he still need his old friends? As the daughter of the goddess of war and wisdom, Annabeth knows she was born to be a leader, but never again does she want to be without Seaweed Brain by her side.
Narrated by four different demigods, The Mark of Athena is an unforgettable journey across land and sea to Rome, where important discoveries, surprising sacrifices, and unspeakable horrors await.