The heart-stopping action and magic of Rick Riordan's bestselling novel The Kane Chronicles: The Red Pyramid explode off the page in this beautiful graphic novel retelling of the story. Skip to content. So, if you're armed with this book, you'll have everything you need to know to keep you alive in your training. Your own adventures have just begun. Rick Riordan has now sold an incredible 55 million copies of his books worldwidePraise for the Percy Jackson series:'Witty and inspired.
This is most likely to succeed Rowling. Puffin is on to a winner' - Amanda Craig, The Times'Puns, jokes and subtle wit, alongside a gripping storyline' - Telegraph'Perfectly paced, with electrifying moments chasing each other like heartbeats' - New York TimesRick Riordan is an award-winning mystery writer.
For the past fifteen years he has taught at middle schools in the San Francisco Bay area and in Texas.
Rick lives in San Antonio, Texas, with his wife and two sons. He and his friends have ten days to find and return it and bring peace to a warring Mount Olympus.
To succeed, Percy has come to terms with the father who abandoned him, solve the riddle of the Oracle that warns of betrayal by a friend, and unravel a treachery more powerful than the gods themselves.
These three friends must rely on one another and their newfound demigod gifts as they embark on an epic quest to save Mount Olympus. Now, as awkward mortal teenager Lester Papadopoulos, he's been tasked with restoring five Oracles that have gone dark in order to regain his place on Mount Olympus.
How is he supposed to accomplish that without any godly powers? This primer of heroes and demigods will start readers on three unforgettable adventures. Bonus first chapters from two other amazing series promise more exciting journeys.
Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian is the fifth awesome adventure in Rick Riordan's top-ten bestselling series. Half Boy. Half God.
ALL Hero. Most people get presents on their sixteenth birthday. I get a prophecy that could save or destroy the world. It happens when you're the son of Poseidon, God of the Sea. According to an ancient prophecy, I turn sixteen and the fate of the entire world is on me. But no pressure. And the dreaded monster Typhon is also heading our way.
So it's me and forty of my demi-god friends versus untold evil. Gripping, touching and deliciously satirical' The Times 'Puns, jokes and subtle wit, alongside a gripping storyline' Telegraph 'Perfectly paced, with electrifying moments chasing each other like heartbeats' New York Times 'It's Buffy meets Artemis Fowl. Thumbs up' Sunday Times 'Funny. Half boy. Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. I never asked to be the son of a Greek God. I swear, is it so hard? Our faces were, like, centimetres apart.
My chest felt a little funny, like my heart was trying to do jumping jacks. When they saw us, they broke into grins. There was a dragon, and the whole Ant Hill was attacking us. Worked out perfectly. You want us to take them from here? I thought for sure she was going to give us a free walk back to the border, but she drew her dagger and pointed it at me with a smile. Come on, prisoners. Move it. You planned this whole thing just to keep us out of the game? There was no telling with her. Then she exchanged glances with Silena, and I could tell they were trying not to laugh.
I protested all the way to the jail, and so did Beckendorf. But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked. I looked at Beckendorf. Give me a haywire dragon any day. Connor: The golden mango! Travis: Oh, dude, that was awesome. Connor: So anyway, we took this mango and spray painted it gold, right?
When they came back they started fighting over it, trying to figure out which of them was the hottest. It was so funny. Travis: Gucci shoes were flying out the windows. It was like a rabid herd of wild Bratz.
Travis: That was not cool. I looked like a clown for a month. Connor: Yeah. They put a curse on me so that no matter what I wore, my clothes were two sizes too small and I felt like a geek. Travis: You are a geek. Who would you most want on your team for capture the flag? Travis: My brother, because I need to keep an eye on him.
But besides him? Probably Ares cabin. Travis: Yeah. The perfect combo. Connor: You are never lonely. I mean seriously, new kids are always coming in. So you always have somebody to talk to. Travis: Or prank. Connor: Or pickpocket. One big happy family. We seriously need a temple. The temple would have statues for all the gods, of course, and golden braziers for burnt offerings. I could go on and on, but you probably get the idea. Aside from your mom, who do you think is the wisest god or goddess on the Olympian Council?
Annabeth: Wow, let me think… um. Zeus is wise in his own way. Hermes is clever. He even fooled Apollo once by stealing his cattle, and Apollo is no slouch. Of all your Camp Half-Blood friends, who would you most like to have with you in battle? Annabeth: Oh, Percy. No contest.
I wonder if he does it just to annoy me. The guy has a lot going for him. Where was I? Why does everyone always think… agh! Forget it. Well… I learned it and I have to admit I enjoy playing it. I get misty-eyed every time I play it. Who would you least like to meet in a dark alley — a Cyclops or an angry Mr D? Grover: Blah-hah-hah! What kind of question is that? Yes, kind and generous to all us satyrs. We all love him. Very beautiful, especially on a winter day! And the dryads up there — wow!
Oh, wait, can you edit that part out? Juniper will kill me. Are tin cans really that tasty? Sometimes he travels the world in disguise, so be nice to everyone! You never know when the next person you meet might be packing the master bolt. Then: In the old days, Zeus ruled over his unruly family of Olympians while they bickered and fought and got jealous of each other. Not much different from today, really. Zeus always had an eye for beautiful women, which often got him in trouble with his wife, Hera.
Now: Poseidon walks the beaches of Florida, occasionally stopping to chat with fishermen or take pictures for tourists. Then: Poseidon was always a moody guy. On his good days, he did cool stuff like create horses out of sea foam. On his bad days, he caused minor problems like destroying cities with earthquakes or sinking entire fleets of ships. He sits on a throne of bones. Now: Hades rarely leaves his palace in the Underworld, probably because of traffic congestion on the Fields of Asphodel freeway.
He oversees a booming population among the dead and has all sorts of employment trouble with his ghouls and spectres. This keeps him in a foul mood most of the time. Then: Hades is best known for the romantic way he won his wife, Persephone. He kidnapped her. Really, though, how would you like to marry someone who lives in a dark cave filled with zombies all year round?
Now: Can be found riding his Harley around the suburbs of LA. One of those gods who could pick a fight in an empty room. Then: Back in the day, the son of Zeus and Hera used to be inseparable from his shield and helmet. Fought on the side of the Trojans during the war of Troy, but, frankly, has been involved in every minor skirmish since Goldilocks told the three bears that their beds were a little uncomfy.
Athena is always accompanied by at least one owl, her sacred and, fortunately, housebroken animal. So start working on that revolutionary new bread slicer! Then: Athena was one of the most active goddesses in human affairs. She helped out Odysseus, sponsored the entire city of Athens and made sure the Greeks won the Trojan War. Then: She was more beautiful than Helen of Troy and because of her beauty, other gods feared that jealousy would interrupt the peace between them and lead to war.
Zeus was so frightened that she would be the cause of violence between the other gods that he married her off to Hephaestus. However, she was frequently unfaithful to her husband and it was even said that Aphrodite could make any man fall in love with her if they just laid eyes on her. Did you have a question about his activities as god of thieves? Leave a message. Then: Hermes got started young as a troublemaker. When he was one day old, he sneaked out of his crib and stole some cattle from his brother, Apollo.
Apollo liked it so much he forgot all about the cows. The lyre made Apollo very popular with the ladies, which was more than he could say about the cattle. Then: Back in the day, the Sirens were a real threat to the Greek shipping industry. Then a smart guy named Odysseus discovered that you could plug your ears with wax and sail right past the Sirens without hearing a thing. Strangely, Odysseus is usually remembered for his other accomplishments, not as the inventor of ear wax.
Now: Circe runs a fashionable spa and resort on an island in the Sea of Monsters. Then: Circe loved to entertain sailors. She would welcome them warmly, feed them well, then turn them into pigs.
Odysseus put a stop to this practice by eating a magic herb, then holding the sorceress at knife-point until she released his polymorphed crewmates. Circe promptly fell in love with Odysseus. He can usually be found playing pinochle with a group of terrified satyrs on the front porch of the Big House.
If you want to join the game, be prepared to bet large. Then: Dionysus invented wine, which so impressed his father Zeus that he promoted Dionysus to god. The guy who invented prune juice, by contrast, got sentenced to the Fields of Punishment. Dionysus mostly spent his time partying it up in Ancient Greece, but once a crew of sailors tried to kill him, thinking the god was too incapacitated to fight back. Dionysus turned them into dolphins and sent them over the side.
The moral of this story: do not mess with a god, even a drunk one. Now: The giant Polyphemus hangs out in a cave on a deserted island, where he herds sheep and enjoys simple pastoral pleasures, like eating the occasional Greek hero who happens to sail by. Then: The giant Polyphemus hung out in a cave on a deserted island, where he herded sheep and enjoyed simple pastoral pleasures, like eating the occasional Greek hero who happened to sail by. Some monsters never learn. But no.
I had to take my stupid English exam. Everyone looked up. I was sure the other kids were going to panic and run for the exits, but they just started snickering and laughing. Thank gods for the Mist — the magical veil that keeps humans from seeing things the way they really are.
That was impressive. She wagged her tail, knocking over a few more elves. Then she crouched on her front paws and stared at me like she wanted me to follow.
She turned to bark every once in a while as if to say, Move it, slowcoach! She ran three blocks north, straight into Carl Schurz Park. I was already freezing, but I climbed the fence and plunged into the frozen shrubbery. On the other side was a clearing — a half acre of icy grass ringed with bare trees. In front of me, the steel-coloured East River flowed sluggishly. White plumes billowed from the rooftops in Queens.
Behind me, the Upper East Side loomed cold and silent. I took out my ballpoint pen and uncapped it. Immediately it grew into my bronze sword, Riptide, its blade glowing faintly in the winter light. Her nostrils quivered. The bushes rustled and a golden deer burst through.
This thing had metallic fur and horns that looked like genuine fourteen-carat. It shimmered with an aura of golden light, making it almost too bright to look at. Then the bushes rustled again and a figure in a hooded parka leaped into the clearing, an arrow notched in her bow. I raised my sword. The girl aimed at me — then froze. Her black hair was longer than I remembered, but I knew those bright blue eyes and the silver tiara that marked her as the first lieutenant of Artemis.
I figured it was some sort of sign. The deer butted the hellhound in the nose. Pretty soon, the two of them were playing a strange game of keep-away around the clearing. You and me ending up in the same place at the same time? I readied my sword. Thalia drew her bow. Instinctively we stood back to back. He was about twelve years old, with dark hair, jeans, a black T-shirt and a silver skull ring on his right hand. A sword hung at his side. His sister, a Hunter of Artemis, had died a couple of years ago, and it was still a sore subject for him.
The next minute — is this New York? All three of us. We all knew about the big prophecy: a war was coming, between the Titans and gods, and the next child of the three major gods who turned sixteen would make a decision that saved or destroyed the world. That meant one of us. Over the last few years, the Titan lord Kronos had tried to manipulate each of us separately. Now… could he be plotting something by bringing us all together?
The ground rumbled. Nico drew his own sword — a black blade of Stygian iron. Too late, I realized she was trying to warn me. The ground opened up under Thalia, Nico and me, and we fell into darkness. I expected to keep falling forever, or maybe be squashed into a demigod pancake when we hit the bottom. But the next thing I knew, Thalia, Nico and I were standing in a garden, all three of us still screaming in terror, which made me feel pretty silly.
The garden was dark. Rows of silver flowers glowed faintly, reflecting off huge gemstones that lined the planting beds — diamonds, sapphires and rubies the size of footballs. Trees arched over us, their branches covered with orange blooms and sweet-smelling fruit. More like a cave. Nico plucked a pomegranate off a tree. I turned and found her aiming her bow at a tall woman in a white dress. At first I thought the woman was a ghost. Her dress billowed around her like smoke. Her long dark hair floated and curled as if it were weightless.
Her face was beautiful but deathly pale. It was made of all sorts of changing colours — red, blue and yellow flowers blooming in the fabric — but it was strangely faded. Her eyes were the same way, multicoloured but washed-out, like the Underworld had sapped her life force. I had a feeling that in the world above she would be beautiful, even brilliant. Persephone shrugged. I merely planted a sugestion in her mind that it would be fun to lead you to the park.
It was necessary to bring you three together. Persephone regarded me, and I felt like cold little flowers were blooming in my stomach. They wore yellow dresses, with daisy and hemlock wreaths on their heads. Their eyes were hollow, and they spoke in the chittering bat-like voices of shades.
Persephone sat on a silver throne and studied us. Alas, in winter this is the best I can do. 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 towards me as if reading my thoughts. I would do anything for him.
But in this case I need your help, and quickly. He uses a staff in battle, and his helm of terror. Thalia sat up. Above the table, an image flickered to life: skeletal weapon-smiths worked over a forge of black flames, using hammers fashioned like metal skulls to beat a length of iron into a blade. Believe me, daughter of Zeus, the Lord of the Dead has no designs against his brothers.
He knew they would never understand, however, which is why he forged the blade in secret. A zombie weapon-smith raised the blade, still glowing hot. Something strange was set in the base — not a gem. Nico made a gagging sound. The shadowy fountain gurgled in the corner. Handmaidens floated around us, offering trays of fruit and candy that would keep us in the Underworld forever.
I do not know how, but I suspect a demigod, some servant of Kronos. How stupid was that? Kronos probably has it by now! Her bow melted into a honeysuckle vine dotted with white and gold flowers. The bow and arrows changed back to normal. The sword could not have left the Underworld yet. Lord Hades used his remaining keys to shut down the realm. Nothing gets in or out until he finds the sword, and he is using all his power to locate the thief.
They must not know the blade exists until it is finished. Even Kronos must abide by that Ancient Law. He has a champion down here somewhere. And to catch a demigod… we shall use three. Besides, when you restore the sword to Hades, you will send a message to Olympus. It will show that you trust Hades. Right, Nico? His fingers tapped on his black Stygian blade.
It took him a second to focus on me. Souls are always finding new ways out faster than Hades can close them. You must retrieve the sword before it leaves our realm, or all is lost. The flower listed sideways, as if it were trying to find the sun. As your prey gets closer to escaping, the petals will fall off. This means the thief has reached an exit and you have failed.
Then I looked at Nico. Unfortunately, I recognized the expression on his face. I knew what it was like wanting to make your dad proud, even if your dad was hard to love. In this case, really hard to love. Nico was going to do this, with or without us. I turned to Thalia. As we made our way down the palace road into the Fields of Asphodel, it looked pretty much like it had on my previous visit — seriously depressing.
Yellow grass and stunted black poplar trees rolled on forever. Shades drifted aimlessly across the hills, coming from nowhere and going nowhere, chattering to each other and trying to remember who they were in life. High above us, the cavern ceiling glistened darkly.
I carried the carnation, which made me feel pretty stupid. Nico led the way since his blade could clear a path through any crowd of undead. Nico waded through a mob of ghosts, driving them back with Stygian iron. She hates me. If this sword was so important to him, why had he let Persephone explain things?
Usually Hades liked to threaten demigods in person. Nico forged ahead. That meant I was older than her. You know that. We can still die in combat. Then she caught herself. I was just… never mind. Her expression softened. The flower seemed to like the harshest, evillest part of the Underworld. Your own adventures have just begun. Previews available in: English. Add another edition? The Demigod Files Rick Riordan.
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So it's me and forty of my demi-god friends versus untold evil. Gripping, touching and deliciously satirical' The Times 'Puns, jokes and subtle wit, alongside a gripping storyline' Telegraph 'Perfectly paced, with electrifying moments chasing each other like heartbeats' New York Times 'It's Buffy meets Artemis Fowl.
Thumbs up' Sunday Times 'Funny. Half boy. Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. I never asked to be the son of a Greek God. I was just a normal kid, going to school, playing basketball, skateboarding. The usual. Until I accidentally vaporized my maths teacher. Honestly, blowing up another school was the last thing I wanted to do. As the son of a Greek God, I've had my share of near-death disaster - and now my arch enemy Luke wants to invade our camp via an ancient labyrinth.
If he succeeds, thousands of bloodthirsty monsters will attack. So it's goodbye sunshine, hello darkness as four of us descend into the terrifying underground and beyond. You can't tell by looking at me that my dad is Poseidon, God of the Sea. It's not easy being a half-blood these days. Even a simple game of dodgeball becomes a death match against an ugly gang of cannibal giants - and that was only the beginning. Now Camp Half-Blood is under attack, and unless I can get my hands on the Golden Fleece, the whole camp will be invaded by monsters.
Big ones. Now, he's a teenage boy called Lester. Apollo has angered his father Zeus for the last time. So, how do you punish an immortal?
By making him human. Cast down from Olympus, he's weak, disorientated and stuck in New York City as a teenage boy. It's the first time he's been without his powers, and he has to survive in the modern world. Which isn't an easy feat for a four-thousand-year old deity, especially one with as many enemies as he has. Apollo needs help, and he can only think of one place to go. Are Percy and Annabeth up to the task of rescuing stolen goods from a fire-breathing giant who doesn't take kindly to intruders?
How exactly are Leo, Piper, and Jason supposed to find a runaway table, dodge a band of party-loving Maenads who just might be a little psychotic , and stave off a massive explosion With his trademark wit and creativity, Rick Riordan answers these questions and more in three never-before-seen short stories that provide vital back-story to the Heroes of Olympus and Percy Jackson books. Until he was cast out his father, Zeus. Now, he's an awkward teenager. Called Lester.
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