The Titan's Curse (Percy Jackson & the Olympians, Book 3)
Rick Riordan, Robert Venditti
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A new prophecy leads to a dangerous quest.
When Percy receives an urgent distress call from Grover, he immediately prepares for battle. He knows he'll need his powerful demigod allies, Annabeth and Thalia, at his side; his trusty bronze sword, Riptide; and a ride from his mom.
The demigods race to the rescue, only to find that Grover has made an important discovery: two new powerful half-bloods, whose parentage is unknown. But that's not all that awaits them. The Titan lord, Kronos, has set up his most devious trap yet, and the young heroes have just fallen prey.
Now, Percy and his friends are faced with their most dangerous challenge-the chilling prophecy of the Titan's Curse. They must rescue the goddess Artemis by the Winter Solstice, or all will be lost including Annabeth.
Rick Riordan's internationally best-selling The Titan's Curse becomes a graphic novel in the hands of comic-book luminaries Robert Venditti, Attila Futaki, and Gregory Guilhaumond.
yellow fireballs that warmed the porch but didn’t seem to catch anything on fire. Inside, flames crackled in the hearth. The air smelled like hot chocolate. Mr. D, the camp director, and Chiron were playing a quiet game of cards in the parlor. Chiron’s brown beard was shaggier for the winter. His curly hair had grown a little longer. He wasn’t posing as a teacher this year, so I guess he could afford to be casual. He wore a fuzzy sweater with a hoofprint design on it, and he had a blanket on his
was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter (and he seriously loved peanut butter). I didn’t have the heart to tell him she was missing. He’d start crying so bad he’d probably put out his fires. “Well, no . . . she’s not here right now.” “Tell her hello!” He beamed. “Hello to Annabeth!” “Okay.” I fought back a lump in my throat. “I’ll do that.” “And, Percy, don’t worry about the bad boat. It is going away.” “What do you mean?” “Panama Canal! Very far away.” I frowned. Why would
Now, we must decide who goes on this quest.” “Three and two,” I said. Everybody looked at me. Thalia even forgot to ignore me. “We’re supposed to have five,” I said, feeling self-conscious. “Three Hunters, two from Camp Half-Blood. That’s more than fair.” Thalia and Zoë exchanged looks. “Well,” Thalia said. “It does make sense.” Zoë grunted. “I would prefer to take all the Hunters. We will need strength of numbers.” “You’ll be retracing the goddess’s path,” Chiron reminded her. “Moving
weathered brown except for their toes, which shone like new pennies from all the times people had rubbed them for good luck. Good luck. The blessing of Zeus. I thought about the tour guide in the elevator. Her gray eyes and her smile. What had she said? There is always a way for those clever enough to find it. “Thalia,” I said. “Pray to your dad.” She glared at me. “He never answers.” “Just this once,” I pleaded. “Ask for help. I think . . . I think the statues can give us some luck.” Six
dancing in the palace courtyards. I was looking for Annabeth. Last I saw her, she’d been dancing with some minor godling. Then a man’s voice behind me said, “You won’t let me down, I hope.” I turned and found Poseidon smiling at me. “Dad . . . hi.” “Hello, Percy. You’ve done well.” His praise made me uneasy. I mean, it felt good, but I knew just how much he’d put himself on the line, vouching for me. It would’ve been a lot easier to let the others disintegrate me. “I won’t let you down,” I