By Rick Riordan
Of their first come across, demigod Percy Jackson and magician Carter Kane needed to conflict an enormous crocodile on new york. A month later, Annabeth Chase bumped into Carter's sister, Sadie, at the A teach to Rockaway, the place the pair fought a god named Serapis. Now difficulty is brewing back, this time on Governor's Island. An historical Egyptian magician named Setne has get back from the lifeless and is experimenting with Egyptian and Greek magic, attempting to develop into a god himself. he is so strong and tough that each one four—Percy, Annabeth, Carter, and Sadie—have to workforce up opposed to him. yet their traditional guns and spells are not going to chop it this time. Will the heroes be taken down through a wannabe god who feels like Elvis, or will they upward thrust to the problem? instructed from Percy's perspective, this 3rd demigod-magician crossover tale has all the spunk and motion that Rick Riordan lovers crave.
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He's your uncle. ’ ‘But years? ’ the lady demanded. ‘Dad, how might he now not let us know for 2 years? ’ ‘I can’t clarify Randolph’s activities. I by no means may possibly, Annabeth. ’ I inhaled so sharply that i used to be afraid they might listen me. A scab used to be ripped off my mind, exposing uncooked stories from whilst i used to be six years previous. Annabeth. Which intended the sandy-haired guy was . . . Uncle Frederick? I flashed again to the final relations Thanksgiving we’d shared: Annabeth and me hiding within the library at Uncle Randolph’s city condominium, fiddling with dominoes whereas the adults yelled at one another downstairs. You’re fortunate you reside along with your momma. Annabeth stacked one other domino on her miniature construction. It used to be amazingly solid, with columns in entrance like a temple. I’m going to run away. I had without doubt she intended it. i used to be in awe of her self assurance. Then Uncle Frederick seemed within the doorway. His fists have been clenched. His grim expression was once at odds with the smiling reindeer on his sweater. Annabeth, we’re leaving. Annabeth checked out me. Her gray eyes have been a bit too fierce for a primary grader’s. Be secure, Magnus. With a flick of her finger, she knocked over her domino temple. That was once the final time I’d visible her. Afterwards, my mother were adamant: We’re staying clear of your uncles. specially Randolph. I won’t provide him what he desires. Ever. She wouldn’t clarify what Randolph sought after, or what she and Frederick and Randolph had argued approximately. you should belief me, Magnus. Being round them . . . it’s too risky. I relied on my mother. Even after her dying, I hadn’t had any touch with my family members. Now, unexpectedly, they have been searching for me. Randolph lived on the town, yet, so far as I knew, Frederick and Annabeth nonetheless lived in Virginia. but right here they have been, passing out flyers with my identify and picture on them. the place had they even bought a photograph of me? My head buzzed so badly, I neglected a few of their dialog. ‘– to discover Magnus,’ Uncle Frederick used to be asserting. He checked his telephone. ‘Randolph is on the urban defend within the South finish. He says no success. we should always try out the early life protect around the park. ’ ‘How will we even understand Magnus is alive? ’ Annabeth requested miserably. ‘Missing for 2 years? He may be frozen in a ditch someplace! ’ a part of me was once tempted to leap out of my hiding position and shout, TA-DA! although it have been ten years given that I’d visible Annabeth, I didn’t like seeing her distressed. yet after goodbye at the streets I’d realized the not easy approach: you by no means stroll right into a state of affairs until eventually you recognize what’s going on. ‘Randolph is sure,’ acknowledged Uncle Frederick. ‘Magnus is alive. He’s someplace in Boston. If his lifestyles is actually in danger . . . ’ They trigger in the direction of Charles road, their voices over excited by means of the wind. i used to be shivering now, however it wasn’t from the chilly. i needed to run after Frederick, take on him and insist what used to be happening. How did Randolph understand i used to be nonetheless on the town? Why have been they trying to find me? How was once my lifestyles at risk now greater than on the other day? yet I didn’t keep on with them. I remembered the very last thing my mother ever informed me. I’d been reluctant to exploit the fireplace get away, reluctant to go away her, yet she’d gripped my fingers and made me examine her.