The Son of Sobek: A Disney Hyperion Short Story
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In this e-book short story by Rick Riordan, Carter Kane is investigating rumored sightings of a monster on Long Island when he runs into something else: a mysterious boy named Percy Jackson. And their meeting isn't exactly friendly. . . .
Includes a sneak peek chapter from HOUSE OF HADES, Book Four in the Heroes of Olympus series.
into, there’s a Puffin for everyone. The possibilities are endless, but one thing is for sure: whether it’s a picture book or a paperback, a sticker book or a hardback, if it’s got that little Puffin on it – it’s bound to be good.
sight. No, I didn’t feel good about it. Well … maybe a tiny bit good. But I also felt mortified. Even if the guy was a jerk, magicians weren’t supposed to go around sucker-punching kids into orbit with the Fist of Horus. ‘Oh, great.’ I hit myself on the forehead. I started to wade across the marsh, worried that I’d actually killed the guy. ‘Man, I’m sorry!’ I yelled, hoping he could hear me. ‘Are you –?’ The wave came out of nowhere. A twenty-foot wall of water slammed into me and pushed me
yes, I’ll admit it – he was a better swordsman. I wanted to explain that I’d made a mistake. I wasn’t really his enemy. But I needed all my concentration just to keep from getting sliced down the middle. Camper Boy, however, had no trouble talking. ‘Now I get it,’ he said, swinging at my head. ‘You’re some kind of monster.’ CLANG! I intercepted the strike and staggered back. ‘I’m not a monster,’ I managed. To beat this guy, I’d have to use more than just a sword. The problem was I didn’t
crocodile, and he was asserting his dominance. Maybe he just didn’t like poodles and/or honour students. Whatever the case, on dry land the crocodile looked even scarier than he had in the water. He was about forty feet long, as tall as a delivery truck, with a tail so massive and powerful it overturned cars every time it swished. His skin glistened blackish green and gushed water that pooled around his feet. I remembered Sobek once telling me that his divine sweat created the rivers of the
That couldn’t have felt good, but the croc held on, tugging against me. ‘Percy!’ I shouted. ‘Any time now!’ Percy lunged for the necklace. He grabbed hold and started hacking at the gold links, but his bronze sword didn’t make a dent. Meanwhile, the croc was going crazy trying to yank away my sword. My combat avatar started to flicker. Summoning an avatar is a short-term thing, like sprinting at top speed. You can’t do it for very long, or you’ll collapse. Already I was sweating and breathing