The Lightning Thief
Percy Jackson is a good kid, but he can't seem to focus on his schoolwork or control his temper. When his mom tells him the truth about where he came from, she takes him to the one place he'll be safe-Camp Half-Blood, a summer camp for demigods (on Long Island). There, Percy learns that the father he never knew is actually Poseidon, God of the Sea. Soon Percy finds himself caught up in a mystery that could lead to disastrous consequences. Together with his friends-a satyr and other the demigod daughter of Athena-Percy sets out on a quest to reach the gates of the Underworld (located in a recording studio in Hollywood) and prevent a catastrophic war between the gods.
The Sea of Monsters
After a summer spent trying to prevent a catastrophic war among the Greek gods, Percy Jackson finds his seventh-grade school year unnervingly calm. But things don't stay quiet for long. Percy soon discovers there is trouble at Camp Half-Blood: the magical borders which protect Half-Blood Hill have been poisoned by a mysterious enemy, and the only safe haven for demigods is on the verge of being overrun by mythological monsters. To save the camp, Percy needs the help of his best friend, Grover, who has been taken prisoner by the Cyclops Polyphemus on an island somewhere in the Sea of Monsters-the dangerous waters Greek heroes have sailed for millennia-only today, the Sea of Monsters goes by a new nameL: the Bermuda Triangle. NowPercy and his friends must retrieve the Golden Fleece from the Island of the Cyclopes by the end of the summer or Camp Half-Blood will be destroyed. But first, Percy will learn a stunning new secret about his family-one that makes him question whether being claimed as Poseidon's son is an honor or simply a cruel joke...
The Titan's Curse
When Percy Jackson receives a distress call from his friend Grover, he immediately prepares for battle. He knows he'll need his powerful demigod allies, Annabeth and Thalia, at his side; his trusty broze sword Riptide; and... a ride from his mom. The demigods race to the rescue, 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 unwittingly fallen prey. Hilarious and action-packed, this third adventure in the series finds Percy faced with his most dangerous challenge so far: the chilling prophecy of the Titan's curse.
The Battle of the Labyrinth
Time is running out as war between the Olympians and the evil Titan lord Kronos draws near. Even the safe haven of Camp Half-Blood grows more vulnerable by the minute as Kronos?s army prepares to invade its once impenetrable borders. To stop the invasion, Percy and his demigod friends must set out on a quest through the Labyrinth - a sprawling underground world with stunning surprises at every turn. Full of humor and heart-pounding action, this latest audiobook promises to be their most thrilling adventure yet.
The Last Olympian
While the Olympians struggle to contain the rampaging monster Typhon, Kronos begins his advance on New York City, where Mount Olympus stands virtually unguarded. Now it?s up to Percy Jackson and an army of young demigods to stop the Lord of Time.
In this momentous final book in the New York Times best-selling series, the long-awaited 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.
About the Author
Hometown:San Antonio, TX
Date of Birth:June 5, 1964
Place of Birth:San Antonio, TX
Education:B.A. in English and History, University of Texas
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The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car.
Up until then, I was having a great afternoon. Technically I wasn't supposed to be driving because I wouldn't turn sixteen for another week, but my mom and my stepdad, Paul, took my friend Rachel and me to this private stretch of beach on the South Shore, and Paul let us borrow his Prius for a short spin.
Now, I know you're thinking, Wow, that was really irresponsible of him, blah, blah, blah, but Paul knows me pretty well. He's seen me slice up demons and leap out of exploding school buildings, so he probably figured taking a car a few hundred yards wasn't exactly the most dangerous thing I'd ever done.
Anyway, Rachel and I were driving along. It was a hot August day. Rachel's red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a white blouse over her swimsuit. I'd never seen her in anything but ratty T-shirts and paint-splattered jeans before, and she looked like a million golden drachma.
"Oh, pull up right there!" she told me.
We parked on a ridge overlooking the Atlantic. The sea is always one of my favorite places, but today it was especially nice -- glittery green and smooth as glass, like my dad was keeping it calm just for us.
My dad, by the way, is Poseidon. He can do stuff like that.
"So." Rachel smiled at me. "About that invitation."
"Oh . . . right." I tried to sound excited. I mean, she'd asked me to her family's vacation house on St. Thomas for three days. I didn't get a lot of offers like that. My family's idea of a fancy vacation was a weekend in a rundown cabin on Long Island with some movie rentals and a couple of frozen pizzas, and here Rachel's folks were willing to let me tag along to the Caribbean.
Besides, I seriously needed a vacation. This summer had been the hardest of my life. The idea of taking a break even for a few days was really tempting.
Still, something big was supposed to go down any day now. I was "on call" for a mission. Even worse, next week was my birthday. There was this prophecy that said when I turned sixteen, bad things would happen.
"Percy," she said, "I know the timing is bad. But it's always bad for you, right?"
She had a point.
"I really want to go," I promised. "It's just -- "
I nodded. I didn't like talking about it, but Rachel knew. Unlike most mortals, she could see through the Mist -- the magic veil that distorts human vision. She'd seen monsters. She'd met some of the other demigods who were fighting the Titans and their allies. She'd even been there last summer when the chopped-up Lord Kronos rose out of his coffin in a terrible new form, and she'd earned my permanent respect by nailing him in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.
She put her hand on my arm. "Just think about it, okay?
We don't leave for a couple of days. My dad . . ." Her voice faltered.
"Is he giving you a hard time?" I asked.
Rachel shook her head in disgust. "He's trying to be nice to me, which is almost worse. He wants me to go to Clarion Ladies Academy in the fall."
"The school where your mom went?"
"It's a stupid finishing school for society girls, all the way in New Hampshire. Can you see me in finishing school?"
I admitted the idea sounded pretty dumb. Rachel was into urban art projects and feeding the homeless and going to protest rallies to "Save the Endangered Yellow-bellied Sapsucker" and stuff like that. I'd never even seen her wear a dress. It was hard to imagine her learning to be a socialite.
She sighed. "He thinks if he does a bunch of nice stuff for me, I'll feel guilty and give in."
"Which is why he agreed to let me come with you guys on vacation?"
"Yes . . . but Percy, you'd be doing me a huge favor. It would be so much better if you were with us. Besides, there's something I want to talk --" She stopped abruptly.
"Something you want to talk about?" I asked. "You mean . . . so serious we'd have to go to St. Thomas to talk about it?"
She pursed her lips. "Look, just forget it for now. Let's pretend we're a couple of normal people. We're out for a drive, and we're watching the ocean, and it's nice to be together."
I could tell something was bothering her, but she put on a brave smile. The sunlight made her hair look like fire.
We'd spent a lot of time together this summer. I hadn't exactly planned it that way, but the more serious things got at camp, the more I found myself needing to call up Rachel and get away, just for some breathing room. I needed to remind myself that the mortal world was still out there, away from all the monsters using me as their personal punching bag.
"Okay," I said. "Just a normal afternoon and two normal people."
She nodded. "And so . . . hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?"
"Oh . . ." I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows -- slow, dumb, and bright red. "Um . . ."
I can't pretend I hadn't thought about Rachel. She was so much easier to be around than . . . well, than some other girls I knew. I didn't have to work hard, or watch what I said, or rack my brain trying to figure out what she was thinking. Rachel didn't hide much. She let you know how she felt.
I'm not sure what I would've done, but I was so distracted, I didn't notice the huge black form swooping down from the sky until four hooves landed on the hood of the Prius with a WUMP-WUMP-CRUNCH!
Hey, boss, a voice said in my head. Nice car!
Blackjack the pegasus was an old friend of mine, so I tried not to get too annoyed by the craters he'd just put in the hood; but I didn't think my stepdad would be real stoked.
"Blackjack," I sighed. "What are you --"
Then I saw who was riding on his back, and I knew my day was about to get a lot more complicated.
" 'Sup, Percy."
Charles Beckendorf, senior counselor for the Hephaestus cabin, would make most monsters cry for their mommies. He was this huge African American guy with ripped muscles from working in the forges every summer. He was two years older than me, and one of the camp's best armorsmiths. He made some seriously ingenious mechanical stuff. A month before, he'd rigged a Greek firebomb in the bathroom of a tour bus that was carrying a bunch of monsters across country. The explosion took out a whole legion of Kronos's evil meanies as soon as the first harpy went flush.
Beckendorf was dressed for combat. He wore a bronze breastplate and war helm with black camo pants and a sword strapped to his side. His explosives bag was slung over his shoulder.
"Time?" I asked.
He nodded grimly.
A clump formed in my throat. I'd known this was coming. We'd been planning it for weeks, but I'd half hoped it would never happen.
Rachel looked up at Beckendorf. "Hi."
"Oh, hey. I'm Beckendorf. You must be Rachel. Percy's told me . . . uh, I mean he mentioned you."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Really? Good." She glanced at Blackjack, who was clopping his hooves against the hood of the Prius. "So I guess you guys have to go save the world now."
"Pretty much," Beckendorf agreed.
I looked at Rachel helplessly. "Would you tell my mom -- "
"I'll tell her. I'm sure she's used to it. And I'll explain to Paul about the hood."
I nodded my thanks. I figured this might be the last time Paul loaned me his car.
"Good luck." Rachel kissed me before I could even react. "Now get going, half-blood. Go kill some monsters for me."
My last view of her was sitting in the shotgun seat of the Prius, her arms crossed, watching as Blackjack circled higher and higher, carrying Beckendorf and me into the sky. I wondered what Rachel wanted to talk to me about, and whether I'd live long enough to find out.
"So," Beckendorf said, "I'm guessing you don't want me to mention that little scene to Annabeth."
"Oh, gods," I muttered. "Don't even think about it."
Beckendorf chuckled, and together we soared out over the Atlantic.
It was almost dark by the time we spotted our target. The Princess Andromeda glowed on the horizon -- a huge cruiseship lit up yellow and white. From a distance, you'd think it was just a party ship, not the headquarters for the Titan lord. Then as you got closer, you might notice the giant masthead -- a dark-haired maiden in a Greek chiton, wrapped in chains with a look of horror on her face, as if she could smell the stench of all the monsters she was being forced to carry.
Seeing the ship again twisted my gut into knots. I'd almost died twice on the Princess Andromeda. Now it was heading straight for New York.
"You know what to do?" Beckendorf yelled over the wind.
I nodded. We'd done dry runs at the dockyards in New Jersey, using abandoned ships as our targets. I knew how little time we would have. But I also knew this was our best chance to end Kronos's invasion before it ever started.
"Blackjack," I said, "set us down on the lowest stern deck."
Gotcha, boss, he said. Man, I hate seeing that boat.
Three years ago, Blackjack had been enslaved on the Princess Andromeda until he'd escaped with a little help from my friends and me. I figured he'd rather have his mane braided like My Little Pony than be back here again.
"Don't wait for us," I told him.
But, boss -- "Trust me," I said. "We'll get out by ourselves."
Blackjack folded his wings and plummeted toward the boat like a black comet. The wind whistled in my ears. I saw monsters patrolling the upper decks of the ship dracaenaesnake-women, hellhounds, giants, and the humanoid sealdemons known as telkhines -- but we zipped by so fast, none of them raised the alarm. We shot down the stern of the boat, and Blackjack spread his wings, lightly coming to a landing on the lowest deck. I climbed off, feeling queasy.
Good luck, boss, Blackjack said. Don't let 'em turn you into horse meat!
With that, my old friend flew off into the night. I took my pen out of my pocket, uncapped it, and Riptide sprang to full size -- three feet of deadly Celestial bronze glowing in the dusk.
Beckendorf pulled a piece of paper of out his pocket. I thought it was a map or something. Then I realized it was a photograph. He stared at it in the dim light -- the smiling face of Silena Beauregard, daughter of Aphrodite. They'd started going out last summer, after years of the rest of us saying, "Duh, you guys like each other!" Even with all the dangerous missions, Beckendorf had been happier this summer than I'd ever seen him.
"We'll make it back to camp," I promised.
For a second I saw worry in his eyes. Then he put on his old confident smile.
"You bet," he said. "Let's go blow Kronos back into a million pieces."
Beckendorf led the way. We followed a narrow corridor to the service stairwell, just like we'd practiced, but we froze when we heard noises above us.
"I don't care what your nose says!" snarled a half-human, half-dog voice -- a telkhine. "The last time you smelled halfblood, it turned out to be a meat loaf sandwich!"
"Meat loaf sandwiches are good!" a second voice snarled. "But this is half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!"
"Bah, your brain isn't on board!"
They continued to argue, and Beckendorf pointed downstairs. We descended as quietly as we could. Two floors down, the voices of the telkhines started to fade.
Finally we came to a metal hatch. Beckendorf mouthed the words engine room.
It was locked, but Beckendorf pulled some chain cutters out of his bag and split the bolt like it was made of butter.
Inside, a row of yellow turbines the size of grain silos churned and hummed. Pressure gauges and computer terminals lined the opposite wall. A telkhine was hunched over a console, but he was so involved with his work, he didn't notice us. He was about five feet tall, with slick black seal fur and stubby little feet. He had the head of a Doberman, but his clawed hands were almost human. He growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com.
I stepped forward, and he tensed, probably smelling something was wrong. He leaped sideways toward a big red alarm button, but I blocked his path. He hissed and lunged at me, but one slice of Riptide, and he exploded into dust.
"One down," Beckendorf said. "About five thousand to go." He tossed me a jar of thick green liquid -- Greek fire, one of the most dangerous magical substances in the world. Then he threw me another essential tool of demigod heroes -- duct tape.
"Slap that one on the console," he said. "I'll get the turbines."
We went to work. The room was hot and humid, and in no time we were drenched in sweat.
The boat kept chugging along. Being the son of Poseidon and all, I have perfect bearings at sea. Don't ask me how, but I could tell we were at 40.19° North, 71.90° West, making eighteen knots, which meant the ship would arrive in New York Harbor by dawn. This would be our only chance to stop it.
I had just attached a second jar of Greek fire to the control panels when I heard the pounding of feet on metal steps -- so many creatures coming down the stairwell I could hear them over the engines. Not a good sign.
I locked eyes with Beckendorf. "How much longer?"
"Too long." He tapped his watch, which was our remote control detonator. "I still have to wire the receiver and prime the charges. Ten more minutes at least."
Judging from the sound of the footsteps, we had about ten seconds.
"I'll distract them," I said. "Meet you at the rendezvous point."
"Percy -- "
"Wish me luck."
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I Loved the series and every little deatil inside the pages... I would advise you to read the series if you want to learn about yourself and connect with someone new. Percy Jackson is better than twilight in my personal opinion and I hear the movie is great. I'm one of those people who loves fantasy with warriors and magic and mystical creatures, if you like these things then this would be the absoulute PERFECT book!!! I've also found a new interest in Greek Gods and all that, and this book actually teaches you about them. I think this is pretty amazing since it's not a huge book that just tells you the basic facts, this is actually something that everyone will enjoy and appreciate. It's a great book and I recommend this to everyone that's ever had a love for books all their lives. There's so much to explain about all the things this book is. When and if you see this book at a store and it's a pretty fair or great deal, buy it! Trust me, it's worth it. It's something everyone can read except if they can't pronounce some of the creature's names, that's okay 'cause I don't think I could either.lol Hope this comment helped!
This series was so fun to read. It is very good for kids. It is funny, has a great plot and will leave you asking questions and can't waiting for the next book in the series. It has plenty of shockers and surprises. You won't believe what you read in a good and positive way. It is amazing. You could read over 100 pages in one day like I did. Look out Harry Potter you have a new rival.
Love this series. I barely read any books until I found out obout Percy. Now i read this series over and over agian!
This is coming from an eleven year old. I started reading this series when I was 9 I started reading the lightning theif. The action was amazing. The sweet romance scenes between annabeth and percy were undeniable. When I say romance scenes I mean smooches once in a while. Not nothing nasty. I would recommened this to kids and adults ages 9-17.
This is probably the best series I have every read. I got the books in a three book box set and couldn't stop reading. I took them everywhere I went. Then I got the last two from the library. Everybody that I recommended it to, read it, and loved it. You should definitelty consider purchasing this set.
I bought this to pre-read them before I gave them to my son to read, and thought they were great! He read them and loved it, and now my daughter is reading them too! It can be hard to follow all the demi-gods/gods, but doable! ;)
i began to read the very first book in middle school when it caught my attention at my schools book fair, i couldn't decide if i should get it because i didn't read to much, but i am so happy that i did . now im 16, in highschool and im reading the last book in the series,the books are absolutely amazing, it sucks you in and its really hard to put down,the characters all have a certain quality that makes you feel as if you've known them forever, I fell in love with these stories when i was 12, and after 4 years i still love them, amazing book for everyone, from kids to teens,and even adults. i have never read this much in the past, and now i actually enjoy reading.
Im only thru the first two books, but as a 24 yr old guy, it is probably the best books i have read! They truly do put you right in the action!! i will lay in bed at night and read before i go to sleep, and its almost like i forget where i am everytime a chapter ends, and i realize im laying in my bed at my house! i totally recommend it for younger kids or any my age or older!!
AMAZING SERIES!! it was amazing and interesting the whole way through. there were no boring parts at all!!
Our grandson was so excited when he opened this gift. He said they were the best and he was going to read them again they were so good. Our granddaughter was looking forward to reading them also.
Even if you don't like Greek Mythology, you'll still love the Percy Jackson and the Olympians. This follows Percy Jackson and his adventures with his friends Grover and Annabeth. Rick's writing style is amazing. Action, adventure, and comedy all wrapped into one. You won't be let down. -Julia, age 11
I could not peel my grandson (8 years old) away from The Lost Hero, and from there he read all four in the Heroes of Olympus Series. He is now "hooked" on all Rick Riordan's books and called today to "let me know " he was almost done the latest book since Grandma is the one buying the books for his own library at home. When an 8 year old reads for 2-3 hours a day along with school and homework etc. it says something about the type of books that hold his interest. It has improved his vocabulary and reading skills tremendously so, and in the national Lexile test taken at school he got a perfect score in second grade with an 850. I know your age group recommends ages 9-11, but if you have a good reader then challenge him or her and read, read, and read some more! You won't regret this series. I give it a perfect 5!
These books are AMAZING!! It's my 16th birthday next week and I want these books as my present.
amazing just amazing i love the adventures i love the way how luke was begining to turn good i like the love of percy and annabeth and how theres so much rivalry with clarisse and thalia and some pretty funny parts also like at the hoover dam so i recommend you should read it
I'm in 10th grade and I've been hooked sense 6th. At the start I was forced to read it but after you got past the usual first book of the series bore I couldn't put it down, by the end of the book, I was on the third book and the rest of the class was pissed they had to read the first book. DEFFINATE READ. I'm going crazy waiting for the next Hero's Of Olympus book. A fan of Riordans work till the end. He just so smoothly combines mythology with amazing stories. Truly talented. I cannot urge you enough to pick them up and read them. 10/5 stars.
These books are amazing!! They are so fun to read, and don't mind the age suggestion, I'm 16 and I am still in love with these books. The action never fails to excite, and the humor gets me every time.
The box that holds the books was abused and the corners dented. The books inside were all I really cared for though and the only damage was the slightly bent corners of the first and fifth book and it was minor. The box took the bulk of the damage. I would recommend it but not to collectors. I really wanted them and I am glad I found them here.