The Son of Sobek: A Disney Hyperion Short Story
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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.
Door that we might not be able to close. ‘You too, Percy.’ He stood to go. ‘One more thing,’ he said. ‘If this somebody, whoever threw us together … if he’s an enemy to both of us – what if we need each other to fight him? How do I contact you?’ I considered that. Then I made a snap decision. ‘Can I write something on your hand?’ He frowned. ‘Like your phone number?’ ‘Uh … well, not exactly.’ I took out my stylus and a vial of magic ink. Percy held out his palm. I drew a hieroglyph there –.
Do this, I told myself. After all the dangerous adventures I’d had, I couldn’t die like this. Sadie would be devastated. Then, once she got over her grief, she’d track down my soul in the Egyptian afterlife and tease me mercilessly for how stupid I’d been. My lungs burned. I was blacking out. I picked a word of power, summoned all my concentration and prepared to speak. Suddenly the monster lurched upwards. He roared, which sounded really weird from the inside, and his throat contracted round.
Instance, and see a baseball bat or a walking stick. But this kid … he was different. I figured he must be a magician. The only problem was I’d met most of the magicians in the North American nomes, and I’d never seen this guy before. I’d also never seen a sword like that. Everything about him seemed … un-Egyptian. ‘The crocodile,’ I said, trying to keep my voice calm and even. ‘Where did it go?’ Camper Boy frowned. ‘You’re welcome.’ ‘What?’ ‘I stuck that croc in the rump.’ He mimicked the.
Path of destruction. First random thought: Getting eaten twice in one day would be very embarrassing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Percy dashing towards the monster’s right flank. I heard the mortal kids come out from their hiding places, yelling and throwing more water balloons like they were trying to protect me. The petsuchos lumbered towards me, his jaws opening to snap me up. And I got angry. I’d faced the worst Egyptian gods. I’d plunged into the Duat and trekked across the Land.
Trying to make it into a figurine, when the crocodile decided to stop savouring the moment and just eat me. As he lunged, I threw my shabti, only half formed, and barked a command word. Instantly the world’s most deformed hippopotamus sprang to life in midair. It sailed headfirst into the crocodile’s left nostril and lodged there, kicking its stubby back legs. Not exactly my finest tactical move, but having a hippo shoved up his nose must have been sufficiently distracting. The crocodile hissed.