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Even Hera could never make me forget you. They should have died three days ago when he dropped a crate of bowling balls on them at the Napa Bargain Mart. They should have died two days ago when he ran over them with a police car in Martinez. They definitely should have died this morning when he cut off their heads in Tilden Park. No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies. He reached the top of the hill and caught his breath.
Maybe two hours. They never seemed to stay dead longer than that. His clothes were torn, burned, and splattered with monster slime. Their teeth broke whenever they tried to bite him. Where to run? He scanned his surroundings. To his left, golden hills rolled inland, dotted with lakes, woods, and a few herds of cows. To his right, the flatlands of Berkeley and Oakland marched west — a vast checkerboard of neighborhoods, with several million people who probably did not want their morning interrupted by two monsters and a filthy demigod.
Farther west, San Francisco Bay glittered under a silvery haze. Past that, a wall of fog had swallowed most of San Francisco, leaving just the tops of skyscrapers and the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge. His memory of her was frustratingly dim. The wolf had promised he would see her again and regain his memory — if he succeeded in his journey. Should he try to cross the bay?
It was tempting. He could feel the power of the ocean just over the horizon. Water always revived him. Salt water was the best. If he could reach the bay, he might be able to make a last stand. Maybe he could even drown the gorgons. But the shore was at least two miles away.
He hesitated for another reason. The she-wolf Lupa had taught him to sharpen his senses — to trust the instincts that had been guiding him south. His homing radar was tingling like crazy now. The end of his journey was close — almost right under his feet. But how could that be? There was nothing on the hilltop.
The wind changed. Percy caught the sour scent of reptile. A hundred yards down the slope, something rustled through the woods — snapping branches, crunching leaves, hissing. They had always said they could smell him because he was a demigod — the half-blood son of some old Roman god. He scrambled to the west side of the summit.
It was too steep to descend. The slope plummeted eighty feet, straight to the roof of an apartment complex built into the hillside. No other way off the hill. He stared at the stream of cars flowing west toward San Francisco and wished he were in one of them. Then he realized the highway must cut through the hill. There must be a tunnel His internal radar went nuts. He was in the right place, just too high up. He had to check out that tunnel. He needed a way down to the highway — fast. He slung off his backpack.
But he had nothing that would serve as a parachute or a sled. That left him two options: jump eighty feet to his death, or stand and fight. Both options sounded pretty bad. He cursed and pulled his pen from his pocket.
The blade balanced perfectly. The leather grip fit his hand like it had been custom designed for him. And then the wolves came It was the smiley one — Beano. As near as Percy could figure, he was dyslexic, because words got twisted around when he tried to read. She was still wearing her green Bargain Mart employee vest over a flower-print dress.
Or you looked up and saw bronze boar tusks sticking out of the corners of her mouth. Her eyes glowed red, and her hair was a writhing nest of bright green snakes.
The most horrible thing about her? Her platter was dented from all the times Percyhad killed her, but those little samples looked perfectly fine. Stheno just kept toting them across California so she could offer Percy a snack before she killed him. They were indestructible. Percy fended her off with his sword. Fortunately she was too busy glaring at her sister to pay him much attention.
Except for her hair, which was a nest of coral snakes instead of green vipers, she looked exactly like her sister. Her name badge read: Hello! My name is DIE. Now, put down that ridiculous tray and help me kill this demigod. She still has not returned from Tartarus.
Of course, so did the idea that a ballpoint pen could turn into a sword, or that monsters could disguise themselves with something called the Mist, or that Percy was the son of a barnacle-encrusted god from five thousand years ago. But he did believe it. Even though his memory was erased, he knew he was a demigod the same way he knew his name was Percy Jackson. Which pretty much sucked.
Your sister can turn people to stone. She was the most hideous one in the family. She got all the luck! That makes you a little tougher to kill.
Dipped in the River Styx as a child, you know, so he was invulnerable except for a tiny spot on his ankle. But not to worry. Heroes like you always have a weak spot. We just have to find it, and then we can kill you. Maybe if he just fell down the mountain But I said it would be quick and painless. Our patron will reward us greatly! Keep them talking, he thought. The one who brought us back from oblivion!
The Son of Neptune
Half Boy. As far as Demeter knows, her daughter remains a maiden. The other five demigods have to put aside their grief and follow Percy's instructions to find the mortal side of the Doors of Death. With more than 1, titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. If Percy Jackson and Annabeth fail in their quest, there'll be hell on Earth.
The Son of Neptune is the second installment in Rick Riordan's series of Olympus Heroes. This series is a continuation of the Percy Jackson.
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