The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Book 5)
Rick Riordan
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 1423101502
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
All year the half-bloods have been preparing for battle against the Titans, knowing the odds are against them. Kronos is stronger than ever, and with every god and half-blood he recruits, his power only grows.
In this momentous final book in the New York Times best-selling series, the prophecy surrounding Percy's sixteenth birthday unfolds. And as the battle for Western civilization rages on the streets of Manhattan, Percy faces a terrifying suspicion that he may be fighting against his own fate.
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Ankh is shadowing you.” Sadie turned to me and mouthed the words “Per what?” I shook my head, just as mystified. “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered, because I figured we’d be spotted any minute and get in serious trouble. Sadie, of course, ignored me. “They don’t know my plan,” my father was saying. “By the time they figure it out—” “And the children?” Amos asked. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. “What about them?” “I’ve made arrangements to protect them,” my dad said. “Besides,
detail about Nico. Nico had made me promise not to tell anybody about his plan until I made up my mind, and the plan was so scary I didn’t mind keeping it a secret. Chiron gazed down at the valley. “We must call a war council immediately, to discuss this spy, and other matters.” “Poseidon mentioned another threat,” I said. “Something even bigger than the Princess Andromeda. I thought it might be that challenge the Titan had mentioned in my dream.” Chiron and Annabeth exchanged looks, like they
artillery gun—like she needed to go for a walk. The other campers didn’t think it was funny when she went to the bathroom in the arena. It had caused more than one unfortunate slip-and-slide accident. So I opened the gates of the arena, and she bounded straight toward the woods. I jogged after her, not too concerned that she was getting ahead. Nothing in the woods could threaten Mrs. O’Leary. Even the dragons and giant scorpions ran away when she came close. When I finally tracked her down, she
with a black dress and flaming hair, and a tall man in a tuxedo. The empousa held the tux dude’s arm, so they looked like a couple on their way to a Broadway show or something— except for her flaming hair and fangs. The group walked leisurely toward the Heckscher Playground. The swings and ball courts were empty. The only sound was the fountain on Umpire Rock. I looked at Grover. “The tux dude is the Titan?” He nodded nervously. “He looks like a magician. I hate magicians. They usually have
and yet they do nothing, even for their children. How long did it take for them to tell you your prophecy, Percy Jackson? Don’t you think your father knows what will happen to you?” I was too stunned to answer. “Perrrcy,” Grover warned, “he’s playing with your mind. Trying to make you angry.” Grover could read emotions, so he probably knew Prometheus was succeeding. “Do you really blame your friend Luke?” the Titan asked me. “And what about you, Percy? Will you be controlled by your fate?
