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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. Featuring a faithful adaptation by Robert Venditti, stunning artwork by Attila Futaki, and sumptuous colours by newcomer Tamas Gaspar. Rick Riordan is an award-winning mystery writer.

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I was halfway up the hill—not close enough to help. Clarisse hadn't even seen me yet. The bull moved deadly fast for something so big. Its metal hide gleamed in the sun.

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It had fist-sized rubies for eyes, and horns of polished silver. When it opened its hinged mouth, a column of white-hot flame blasted out. Whatever else you could say about Clarisse, she was brave. She was a big girl with cruel eyes like her father's. She looked like she was born to wear Greek battle armor, but I didn't see how even she could stand against that bull's charge. Unfortunately, at that moment, the other bull lost interest in finding Annabeth.

It turned, wheeling around behind Clarisse on her unprotected side. Bull Number One crashed into her shield, and the phalanx broke. Clarisse went flying backward and landed in a smoldering patch of grass. The bull charged past her, but not before blasting the other heroes with its fiery breath. Their shields melted right off their arms. They dropped their weapons and ran as Bull Number Two closed in on Clarisse for the kill.

I lunged forward and grabbed Clarisse by the straps of her armor. I dragged her out of the way just as Bull Number Two freight-trained past. I gave it a good swipe with Riptide and cut a huge gash in its flank, but the monster just creaked and groaned and kept on going.

It hadn't touched me, but I could feel the heat of its metal skin. Its body temperature could've microwaved a frozen burrito. We were on the inside slope of the hill now, the valley of Camp Half-Blood directly below us—the cabins, the training facilities, the Big House—all of it at risk if these bulls got past us. Annabeth shouted orders to the other heroes, telling them to spread out and keep the bulls distracted.

Bull Number One ran a wide arc, making its way back toward me. As it passed the middle of the hill, where the invisible boundary line should've kept it out, it slowed down a little, as if it were struggling against a strong wind; but then it broke through and kept coming. Bull Number Two turned to face me, fire sputtering from the gash I'd cut in its side. I couldn't tell if it felt any pain, but its ruby eyes seemed to glare at me like I'd just made things personal. I couldn't fight both bulls at the same time.

My arms already felt tired. I realized how long it had been since I'd worked out with Riptide, how out of practice I was. I lunged but Bull Number Two blew flames at me.

I rolled aside as the air turned to pure heat. All the oxygen was sucked out of my lungs. My foot caught on some-thing—a tree root, maybe—and pain shot up my ankle. Still, I managed to slash with my sword and lop off part of the monster's snout. It galloped away, wild and disoriented. But before I could feel too good about that, I tried to stand, and my left leg buckled underneath me.

My ankle was sprained, maybe broken. Bull Number One charged straight toward me. No way could I crawl out of its path. Annabeth shouted: "Tyson, help him!

Suddenly Tyson was there, barreling toward me, yelling: "Percy needs help! The blast swirled around him like a red tornado.

I could only see the black silhouette of his body. I knew with hor-rible certainty that my friend had just been turned into a column of ashes. But when the fire died, Tyson was still standing there, completely unharmed. Not even his grungy clothes were scorched. The bull must've been as surprised as I was, because before it could unleash a second blast, Tyson balled his fists and slammed them into the bull's face.

Two small columns of flame shot out of its ears. Tyson hit it again, and the bronze crumpled under his hands like aluminum foil. The bull's face now looked like a sock puppet pulled inside out. The bull staggered and fell on its back. Its legs moved feebly in the air, steam coming out of its ruined head in odd places.

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Annabeth ran over to check on me. My ankle felt like it was filled with acid, but she gave me some Olympian nectar to drink from her canteen, and I immediately started to feel better. There was a burning smell that I later learned was me. The hair on my arms had been completely singed off. Annabeth pointed down the hill. Clarisse had taken care of Bad Cow Number Two. She'd impaled it through the back leg with a celestial bronze spear.

Now, with its snout half gone and a huge gash in its side, it was trying to run in slow motion, going in circles like some kind of merry-go-round animal. Clarisse pulled off her helmet and marched toward us. A strand of her stringy brown hair was smoldering, but she didn't seem to notice.

Annabeth grumbled, "Good to see you too, Clarisse. Even Clarisse cared about the soldiers under her command. I stared at Tyson. Came to help. Disobeyed you. I had to let Tyson cross the boundary line to save you. Otherwise, you would've died. I mean Ignore the Mist, and really look at him. I knew it could fool demigods too, but I looked Tyson in the face.

It wasn't easy. I'd always had trouble looking directly at him, though I'd never quite understood why. I'd thought it was just because he always had peanut butter in his crooked teeth. I forced myself to focus at his big lumpy nose, then a little higher at his eyes. No, not eyes. One eye. One large, calf-brown eye, right in the middle of his forehead, with thick lashes and big tears trickling down his cheeks on either side. Probably why he couldn't get past the boundary line as easily as the bulls.

Tyson's one of the homeless orphans. Children of nature spirits and gods Well, one god in particular, usually No one wants them. They get tossed aside. They grow up wild on the streets. I don't know how this one found you, but he obviously likes you. We should take him to Chiron, let him decide what to do. How—" "He's a Cyclops.

They have to be immune to fire. That's what I was trying to tell you. How had I never realized what Tyson was? But I didn't have much time to think about it just then.

The whole side of the hill was burning. Wounded heroes needed attention. And there were still two banged-up bronze bulls to dispose of, which I didn't figure would fit in our normal recycling bins.

Clarisse came back over and wiped the soot off her forehead. We need to carry the wounded back to the Big House, let Tantalus know what's happened. And where's Argus? He's head of security. He should be here.

You two have been gone too long. Things are changing. He's trained kids to fight monsters for over three thousand years. He can't just be gone.

What hap-pened? She pointed to Thalia's tree. Every camper knew the story behind the tree. Six years ago, Grover, Annabeth, and two other demigods named Thalia and Luke had come to Camp Half-Blood chased by an army of monsters. When they got cornered on top of this hill, Thalia, a daughter of Zeus, had made her last stand here to give her friends time to reach safety.

As she was dying, her father, Zeus, took pity on her and changed her into a pine tree. Her spirit had reinforced the magic borders of the camp, protecting it from monsters. The pine had been here ever since, strong and healthy.

But now, its needles were yellow. A huge pile of dead ones littered the base of the tree. In the center of the trunk, three feet from the ground, was a puncture mark the size of a bullet hole, oozing green sap. A sliver of ice ran through my chest. Now I understood why the camp was in danger. The magical borders were fail-ing because Thalia's tree was dying.

Someone had poisoned it. Like some helpful person hi, Mom has tried to "clean" it, and suddenly you can't find anything? And even if nothing is missing, you get that creepy feeling like somebody's been looking through your private stuff and dusting everything with lemon furniture polish? That's kind of the way I felt seeing Camp Half-Blood again. On the surface, things didn't look all that different. The Big House was still there with its blue gabled roof and its wraparound porch.

The strawberry fields still baked in the sun. The same white-columned Greek buildings were scattered around the valley—the amphitheater, the combat arena, the dining pavilion overlooking Long Island Sound.

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And nestled between the woods and the creek were the same cabins—a crazy assortment of twelve buildings, each repre-senting a different Olympian god. But there was an air of danger now. You could tell something was wrong. Instead of playing volleyball in the sandpit, counselors and satyrs were stockpiling weapons in the tool shed. Dryads armed with bows and arrows talked nervously at the edge of the woods.

The forest looked sickly, the grass in the meadow was pale yellow, and the fire marks on Half-Blood Hill stood out like ugly scars. Somebody had messed with my favorite place in the world, and I was not As we made our way to the Big House, I recognized a lot of kids from last summer. Nobody stopped to talk. Nobody said, "Welcome back. The camp felt like a military school.

And believe me, I know. I've been kicked out of a couple. None of that mattered to Tyson. He was absolutely fas-cinated by everything he saw. If they don't know who your Olympian parent is, they put you in the Hermes cabin—that brown one over there—until you're deter-mined.

Then, once they know, they put you in your dad or mom's group. No, just me. The embarrassing truth: I was the only one who stayed in that cabin because I wasn't supposed to be alive. We were more powerful than regular half-bloods. We were too unpredictable. When we got mad we tended to cause problems The "Big Three" pact had only been broken twice—once when Zeus sired Thalia, once when Poseidon sired me.

Neither of us should've been born. Thalia had gotten herself turned into a pine tree when she was twelve. I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were ever on the verge of death— plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp. When we got to the Big House, we found Chiron in his apartment, listening to his favorite s lounge music while he packed his saddlebags.

I guess I should mention—Chiron is a centaur. From the waist up he looks like a reg-ular middle-aged guy with curly brown hair and a scraggly beard. From the waist down, he's a white stallion. He can pass for human by compacting his lower half into a magic wheelchair.

In fact, he'd passed himself off as my Latin teacher during my sixth-grade year. But most of the time, if the ceilings are high enough, he prefers hanging out in full centaur form. As soon as we saw him, Tyson froze. Chiron turned, looking offended. You're not Chiron was like a second father to her. Chiron ruffled her hair and gave her a kindly smile. And Percy, my goodness. You've grown over the year! Lord Zeus was most upset. The tree he'd created from the spirit of his daughter, poisoned!

D had to punish someone. Just the thought of the camp director, Mr. D, made me angry. Chiron's face darkened. He stuffed a Latin-English dictionary into his saddlebag while the Frank Sinatra music oozed from his boom box. Tyson was still staring at Chiron in amazement. He whimpered like he wanted to pat Chiron's flank but was afraid to come closer. I am a centaur. Some venom even I have never seen.

It must have come from a monster quite deep in the pits of Tartarus. Kro—" "Do not invoke the titan lord's name, Percy. Especially not here, not now. This has to be his idea.

He'd get Luke to do it, that traitor. The tree has only a few weeks of life left unless The whole valley is feeling the shock of the poison. The magical borders are deteriorating. The camp itself is dying.

Only one source of magic would be strong enough to reverse the poison, and it was lost centuries ago. He pressed the stop but-ton on his boom box.

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Then he turned and rested his hand on my shoulder, looking me straight in the eyes. I told your mother I did not want you to come here at all this summer. It's much too dangerous. But now that you are here, stay here. Train hard. Learn to fight. But do not leave.

I can't just let the borders fail. The whole camp will be—" "Overrun by monsters," Chiron said. But you must not let yourself be baited into hasty action! This could be a trap of the titan lord. Remember last summer! He almost took your life. I also wanted to make Kronos pay. I mean, you'd think the titan lord would've learned his lesson eons ago when he was over-thrown by the gods.

You'd think getting chopped into a mil-lion pieces and cast into the darkest part of the Underworld would give him a subtle clue that nobody wanted him around. But no. Because he was immortal, he was still alive down there in Tartarus—suffering in eternal pain, hunger-ing to return and take revenge on Olympus. He couldn't act on his own, but he was great at twisting the minds of mor-tals and even gods to do his dirty work.

The poisoning had to be his doing.

Who else would be so low as to attack Thalia's tree, the only thing left of a hero who'd given her life to save her friends? Annabeth was trying hard not to cry. Chiron brushed a tear from her cheek. The prophecy—remember it!

If they dismiss you from camp—" "Swear you will do your best to keep Percy from danger," he insisted. Thunder rumbled outside. He seemed to relax just a little. Until then, I go to visit my wild kinsmen in the Everglades.

It's possible they know of some cure for the poisoned tree that I have forgotten. In any event, I will stay in exile until this matter is resolved Chiron patted her shoulder awk-wardly. I must entrust your safety to Mr. D and the new activities director. We must hope I hadn't realized how late it was.

It was time for the campers to assemble for dinner. I will contact your mother, Percy, and let her know you're safe. No doubt she'll be worried by now. Just remember my warning! You are in grave danger. Do not think for a moment that the titan lord has forgotten you!

Don't go! Now it was too late. The best teacher I'd ever had was gone, maybe for good. Tyson started bawling almost as bad as Annabeth. I tried to tell them that things would be okay, but I didn't believe it.

The sun was setting behind the dining pavilion as the campers came up from their cabins. We stood in the shadow of a marble column and watched them file in. Annabeth was still pretty shaken up, but she promised she'd talk to us later. Then she went off to join her siblings from the Athena cabin—a dozen boys and girls with blond hair and gray eyes like hers. Annabeth wasn't the oldest, but she'd been at camp more summers than just about anybody.

You could tell that by looking at her camp necklace—one bead for every summer, and Annabeth had six. No one ques-tioned her right to lead the line. Next came Clarisse, leading the Ares cabin. She had one arm in a sling and a nasty-looking gash on her cheek, but otherwise her encounter with the bronze bulls didn't seem to have fazed her. But nobody in her cabin was bothering to tell her about it.

After the Ares kids came the Hephaestus cabin—six guys led by Charles Beckendorf, a big fifteen-year-old African American kid. He had hands the size of catchers' mitts and a face that was hard and squinty from looking into a blacksmiths forge all day.

He was nice enough once you got to know him, but no one ever called him Charlie or Chuck or Charles. Most just called him Beckendorf. Rumor was he could make anything. Give him a chunk of metal and he could create a razor-sharp sword or a robotic warrior or a singing birdbath for your grandmother's garden.

Whatever you wanted. The other cabins filed in: Demeter, Apollo, Aphrodite, Dionysus. Naiads came up from the canoe lake. Dryads melted out of the trees. From the meadow came a dozen satyrs, who reminded me painfully of Grover. I'd always had a soft spot for the satyrs.

When they were at camp, they had to do all kinds of odd jobs for Mr. D, the director, but their most important work was out in the real world. They were the camp's seekers. They went undercover into schools all over the world, looking for potential half-bloods and escorting them back to camp.

That's how I'd met Grover. He had been the first one to recognize I was a demigod. After the satyrs filed in to dinner, the Hermes cabin brought up the rear. They were always the biggest cabin. For a while, before Poseidon had claimed me, I'd lodged in the Hermes cabin. Luke had befriended me Now the Hermes cabin was led by Travis and Connor Stoll.

They weren't twins, but they looked so much alike it didn't matter. I could never remember which one was older. They were both tall and skinny, with mops of brown hair that hung in their eyes. They wore orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts untucked over baggy shorts, and they had those elfish features all Hermes's kids had: upturned eyebrows, sarcastic smiles, a gleam in their eyes whenever they looked at you—like they were about to drop a firecracker down your shirt.

I'd always thought it was funny that the god of thieves would have kids with the last name "Stoll," but the only time I mentioned it to Travis and Connor, they both stared at me blankly like they didn't get the joke. As soon as the last campers had filed in, I led Tyson into the middle of the pavilion.

Conversations faltered. Heads turned. I glared in their direction, but I couldn't figure out who'd spoken. From the head table a familiar voice drawled, "Well, well, if it isn't Peter Johnson. My millennium is complete. D sipped his Diet Coke. Well, as you young people say these days: Whatever. With his pudgy belly and his blotchy red face, he looked like a Las Vegas tourist who'd stayed up too late in the casi-nos.

Behind him, a nervous-looking satyr was peeling the skins off grapes and handing them to Mr. D one at a time. D's real name is Dionysus. The god of wine. Zeus appointed him director of Camp HalfBlood to dry out for a hundred years—a punishment for chasing some off-limits wood nymph. Next to him, where Chiron usually sat or stood, in centaur form , was someone I'd never seen before—a pale, horribly thin man in a threadbare orange prisoner's jump-suit.

The number over his pocket read He had blue shadows under his eyes, dirty fingernails, and badly cut gray hair, like his last haircut had been done with a weed whacker.

He stared at me; his eyes made me nervous. He looked Angry and frustrated and hungry all at the same time. Poseidon's child, you know. And you, Perseus Jackson, I do expect you to refrain from causing any more trouble. Dionysus snapped his fingers. A newspaper appeared on the table—the front page of today's New York Post, There was my yearbook picture from Meriwether Prep.

It was hard for me to make out the headline, but I had a pretty good guess what it said. Like it was my fault the gods had almost gotten into a civil war? A satyr inched forward nervously and set a plate of bar-becue in front of Tantalus.

The new activities director licked his lips. He looked at his empty goblet and said, "Root beer. Barq's special stock. Tantalus stretched out his hand hesitantly, as if he were afraid the goblet was hot. A few drops of root beer spilled, and Tantalus tried to dab them up with his fingers, but the drops rolled away like quicksilver before he could touch them.

He growled and turned toward the plate of barbecue. He picked up a fork and tried to stab a piece of brisket, but the plate skittered down the table and flew off the end, straight into the coals of the brazier. Believe me, old chap, working at this camp will be torture enough. I'm sure your old curse will fade eventually.

Behind him, the satyrs were shaking their heads vigorously, trying to warn me. Dionysus was an overgrown brat, but he was an immortal, superpowerful overgrown brat. I said, "Come on, Tyson. We must decide what to do with it. Otherwise they would've burned down this whole place.

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Not openly, anyway. We'll find you a good place to sleep tonight. You are my friend. I trudged over to the Poseidon table and slumped onto the bench. A wood nymph brought me a plate of Olympian olive-and-pepperoni pizza, but I wasn't hungry.

I'd been almost killed twice today. I'd managed to end my school year with a complete disaster. Camp Half-Blood was in serious trouble and Chiron had told me not to do anything about it. I didn't feel very thankful, but I took my dinner, as was customary, up to the bronze brazier and scraped part of it into the flames.

The smoke from the burning pizza changed into some-thing fragrant—the smell of a clean sea breeze with wild-flowers mixed in—but I had no idea if that meant my father was really listening.

I went back to my seat. I didn't think things could get much worse. But then Tantalus had one of the satyrs blow the conch horn to get our attention for announcements. Or so I am told. It shot away down the table as soon as he got within six inches. Riordan has made quite a world here, but that's not the only thing you need to get a good story.

Characters are SO important and he doesn't forget that. All of them are typically well drawn out. We get to see some new characters, Tyson being my favorite and new powers and awesome mythological information.

What really impresses me is that it can be funny, witty, informational, believable, smart, suspenseful at the same time without the reader losing the sense of adventure and how much heart all the characters have.

What's so cool is that the action never seems to slow down, the action star in me is thoroughly satisfied. The ending is setup well for the next book, and just shows how tricky our villain is.The doors burst open and the adults came pouring in.

My mom looked over and frowned. Chiron was the activities director at Camp Half-Blood. I glared in their direction, but I couldn't figure out who'd spoken. The monster's shadow passed in front of the shop. On the other hand, the cops would be looking for us.

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