Official Book Cover for Blood of Olympus
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His joints hurt. His legs shook.
As he tried to climb the hill, his lungs rattled like a box of rocks.
He couldn't see his face, thank goodness, but his fingers were gnarled and bony. Bulging blue veins webbed the backs of his hands.
He even had that old-man smell--mothballs and chicken soup. How was that possible? He'd gone from sixteen to seventy-five in a matter of seconds, but the old-man smell happened instantly, like boom. Congratulations! আপনি stink!
"Almost there." Piper smiled at him. "You're doing great."
Easy for her to say. Piper and Annabeth were disguised as lovely Greek serving maidens. Even in their white sleeveless gowns and laced sandals, they had no trouble navigating the rocky path.
Piper's mahogany hair was pinned up in a braided spiral. Silver bracelets adorned her arms. She resembled an ancient statue of her mom, Aphrodite, which Jason found a little intimidating.
Dating a beautiful girl was nerve-racking enough. dating a girl whose mom was the goddess of love...well, Jason was always afraid he'd do something unromantic, and Piper's mom would frown down from Mount Olympus and change him into a feral hog.
Jason glanced uphill. The summit was still a hundred yards above.
"Worst idea ever." He leaned against a cedar বৃক্ষ and wiped his forehead. "Hazel's magic is too good. If I have to fight, I'll be useless."
"It won't come to that," Annabeth promised. She looked uncomfortable in her serving-maiden outfit. She kept hunching her shoulders to keep the dress from slipping. Her pinned-up blond hair had come undone in the back and dangled like long মাকড়সা legs. Knowing her hatred of spiders, Jason decided not to mention that.
"We infiltrate the palace," she said. "We get the information we need, and we get out."
Piper set down her amphora, the tall ceramic wine jar in which her sword was hidden. "We can rest for a second. Catch your breath, Jason."
From her waist cord hung her cornucopia--the magic horn of plenty. Tucked somewhere in the folds of her dress was her knife, Katoptris. Piper didn't look dangerous, but if the need arose, she could dual-wield Celestial bronze blades অথবা shoot her enemies in the face with ripe mangoes.
Annabeth slung her own amphora off her shoulder. She too had a concealed sword; but even without a weapon, she looked deadly. Her stormy gray eyes scanned the surroundings, alert for any threat. If anyone asked Annabeth for a drink, Jason figured she was আরো likely to kick the guy in the bifurcum.
He tried to steady his breathing.
Below them, Afales উপসাগর glittered, the water so blue it might've been dyed with খাবার coloring. A few hundred yards offshore, the Argo II rested at anchor. Its white sails looked no bigger than postage stamps, its ninety oars like toothpicks. Jason imagined his বন্ধু on deck following his progress, taking turns looking through Leo's spyglass, trying not to laugh as they watched Grandpa Jason hobble uphill.
"Stupid Ithaca," he muttered.
He supposed the island was pretty enough. A spine of forested hills twisted down its center. Chalky white slopes plunged into the sea. Inlets formed rocky beaches and harbors where red-roofed houses and white stuccoed churches nestled against the shoreline.
The hills were dotted with poppies, crocuses, and wild চেরি trees. The air smelled of blooming myrtle. All very nice--except the temperature was about a hundred and five degrees. The air was as steamy as a Roman bathhouse. It would've been easy for Jason to control the winds and fly to the শীর্ষ of the hill, but nooo. For the sake of stealth, he had to struggle along as an old dude with bad knees and চিকেন স্যুপ stink.
He thought about his last climb, two weeks ago, when Hazel and he had faced the bandit Sciron on the cliffs of Croatia. At least then Jason had been at full strength. What they were about to face would be much worse than a bandit.
"You sure this is the right hill?" he asked. "Seems kind of--I don't know--quiet."
Piper studied the ridgeline.
Braided in her hair was a bright blue harpy feather--a souvenir from last night's attack. The feather didn't exactly go with her disguise, but Piper had earned it, defeating an entire flock of demon chicken ladies দ্বারা herself while she was on duty.
She downplayed the accomplishment, but Jason could tell she felt good about it. The father was a reminder that she wasn't the same girl she'd been last winter, when they'd first arrived at Camp Half-Blood.
"The ruins are up there," she promised. "I saw them in Katoptris's blade. And আপনি heard what Hazel said. "The biggest--'"
"The biggest gathering of evil spirits I've ever sensed," Jason recalled. "Yeah, sounds awesome."
After battling through the underground temple of Hades, the last thing Jason wanted was to deal with আরো evil spirits. But the fate of the quest was at stake. The crew of the Argo II had a big decision to make. If they chose wrong, they would fail, and the entire world would be destroyed.
Piper's blade, Hazel's magical senses, and Annabeth's instincts all agreed--the answer lay here in Ithaca, at the ancient palace of Odysseus, where a horde of evil spirit had gathered to await Gaea's orders. The trick was to sneak among them, learn what was going on, and decide the best course of action. Then get out, preferably alive.
Annabeth readjusted her golden belt. I hope our disguises hold up. The suitors were nasty customers when they were living. If they find out we're demigods--"
"Hazel's magic will work," Piper said.
Jason tried to believe that.
The suitors: a hundred of the greediest, evilest cutthroats who'd ever lived. When Odysseus, the Greek king of Ithaca, went missing after the Trojan War, this mob of B-list princes had invaded his palace and refused to leave, each one hoping to marry কুইন Penelope and take over the kingdom. Odysseus managed to return in secret and slaughter them all--your basic happy homecoming. Piper's visions were right, the suitors were now back, haunting the place where they'd died.
Jason couldn't believe he was about to visit the actual palace of Odysseus--one of the most famous Greek নায়ক of all time. Then again, this whole quest had been one mind-blowing event after another. Annabeth herself had just come back from the eternal abyss of Tartarus. প্রদত্ত that, Jason decided maybe he shouldn't complain about being an old man.
"Well..." He steadied himself with his walking stick. "If I look as old as I feel, my disguise must be perfect. Let's get going."
As they climbed, sweat trickled down his neck. His calves ached. Despite the heat, he began to shiver. And try as he might, he couldn't stop thinking about his সাম্প্রতিক dreams.
Ever since the House of Hades, they'd gotten আরো vivid.
Sometimes Jason stood in the underground temple of Epirus, with the giant Clytius looming over him, speaking in a chorus of disembodied voices: It took all of আপনি to defeat me. What will আপনি do when the Earth Mother opens her eyes?
Other times Jason found himself at the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Gaea the Earth Mother rose from the soil--a swirling figure of dirt, leaves, and stones.
Poor child. Her voice resonated across the landscape, shaking the bedrock under Jason's feet. Your father is first among the gods, yet আপনি are always সেকেন্ড best--to your Roman comrades, to your Greek friends, even to your family. How will আপনি prove yourself?
His worst dream started in the courtyard of the Sonoma নেকড়ে House. Before him stood the goddess Juno, glowing with the radiance of molten silver.
Your life belongs to me, her voice thundered. An appeasement from Zeus.
Jason knew he shouldn't look, but he close his eyes as Juno went supernova, revealing her true godly form. Pain seared Jason's mind. His body burned away in layers like an onion.
Then the scene changed. Jason was still at the নেকড়ে House, but now he was a little boy--no আরো than two years old. A woman knelt before him, her lemony scent so familiar. Her features were watery and indistinct, but he knew her voice: bright and brittle, like the thinnest layer of ice over a fast stream.
I will be back for you, dearest, she said. I will see আপনি soon.
Every time Jason woke up from that nightmare, his face was beaded with sweat. His eyes stung with tears.
Nico di Angelo had warned them: the House of Hades would stir their worst memories, make them see things and hear things from the past. Their ghosts would become restless.
Jason had hoped that particular ghost would stay away, but every night the dream got worse. Now he was climbing to the ruins of a palace where an army of ghosts had gathered.
That doesn't mean she'll be there, Jason told himself.
But his hands wouldn't stop trembling. Every step seemed harder than the last.
"Almost there," Annabeth said. "Let's--"
BOOM! The hillside rumbled. Somewhere over the ridge, a crowd roared in approval, like spectators in a coliseum. The sound made Jason's skin crawl. Not so long ago, he'd fought for his life in the Roman Colosseum before a cheering ghostly audience. He wasn't anxious to repeat the experience.
"What was that explosion?" he wondered.
"Don't know," Piper said. "But it sounds like they're having fun. Let's go make some dead friends."


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