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Then both of them froze and sniffed the air. Commuters streamed past. Most manoeuvred round the monster and ignored it. Others just frowned or looked annoyed. Annabeth had seen the Mist in action many times before, but she was always amazed by how the magical veil could distort mortal vision, making even the fiercest monster look like something explainable — a stray dog, or maybe a homeless person wrapped in a sleeping bag.

Before Annabeth could decide what to do, both heads turned and glared directly at her. At the moment, her most deadly weapon was her backpack, which was loaded with heavy architecture books from the public library. She steadied her breathing. The monster stood about thirty feet away. She was a child of Athena. She stared down the beast, letting it know she meant business. Then the floor rumbled. Air rushed through the tunnel as a train arrived.

The monster snarled at Annabeth.

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Then Crabby turned and bounded off, dragging its huge shell behind. It disappeared up the stairs, heading for the A train. For a moment, Annabeth was too stunned to move. Given the chance, monsters almost always attacked. If this two-headed hermit crab had something more important to do than kill her, Annabeth wanted to know what it was. Then she ran up the stairs after the monster. Annabeth jumped on board just as the doors were closing. The train pulled away from the platform and plunged into darkness.

Overhead lights flickered. Commuters rocked back and forth. Every seat was filled. A dozen more passengers stood, swaying as they clung to the handrails and poles. Maybe they saw the monster as a random drunk guy. Annabeth followed.

As Crabby prised open the doors to the next car and clambered through, Annabeth noticed its shell was glowing faintly. Had it been doing that before? Around the monster swirled red neon symbols — Greek letters, astrological signs and picture writing. Egyptian hieroglyphs. But now … She pushed through the crowd, following Crabby into the next car. As Annabeth got closer, she started to get nauseous. She felt a warm tugging sensation in her gut, as if she had a fishhook in her belly button, pulling her towards the monster.

Annabeth tried to steady her nerves. She had devoted her life to studying Ancient Greek spirits, beasts and daimons. Knowledge was her most important weapon. But this two-headed crab thing — she had no frame of reference for it. Her internal compass was spinning uselessly. She wished she had backup. She had her cell phone, but, even if she could get reception in the tunnel, whom would she call? The signals attracted monsters.

Percy was way uptown. Like we're all pretty used to weird monsters right? Oh what else? I also wanna smack him upside the head for view spoiler [ not letting Sadie know about Carter's adventure.

Do you want my favorite character to burn to death from Sadie's stare?? Especially for his Brilliant Knowledge he has stored in some secret part of his brain. For example- Serapis. From which part of this entire cosmos did Rick plucked him out and pasted in his story? Gosh, seriously, where does Rick makes such a detailed research??

I SO wanna know! All right, fangirl mode off. It was definitely a plus point of this book. And of course Rick's way of describing things is flawless! Awesome description!

I could actually go on praising my favorite writer in the world again and again, but let's come back to the story :P. Annabeth Chase and Sadie Kane, both blonde, both with certain attitudes in a good way , and confident.

What a great pair! It's just that each time my world gets stranger, I think: Right. We're at maximum oddness now. At least I know the full extent of it. First, I find out my brother and I are descended from the pharaohs and have magic powers.

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All right. No problem. Then I find out my dead father has merged his soul with Osiris and become the lord of the dead. Why not? Then my uncle takes over the House of Life and oversees hundreds of magicians around the world. And all the while I'm thinking, Of course!

Keep calm and carry on! I've adjusted! And then you come along on a random Thursday, la-di-da, and say, Oh, by the way, Egyptian gods are just one small part of the cosmic absurdity. We've also got the Greeks to worry about! My teacher Chiron … for years he's been telling me that ancient gods are immortal because they're part of the fabric of civilization.

If Greek gods can stick around all these millennia, why not the Egyptians? The next minute it comes to life and breaks out of Brooklyn House. It shreds our magical wards, ploughs through Felix's penguins and shrugs off my spells like they're nothing. Forget I asked. Red Greek letters and hieroglyphs swirled around it as if trying to form new symbols — a message Annabeth could almost read.

And not small gods, mind you. Extra-large ones. So you said the dog was part of a statue. Any idea what statue? I got the impression they'd just come to life, too. They'd fused together and weren't used to working as a team. They got on that train searching for something — probably this dog. All sticking out of … what was that conical thing? A shell? A torch? A torch. She flashed on a distant memory — maybe a picture she'd seen in a book. She hadn't considered that the monster's cone might be something you could hold, something that belonged in a massive hand.

But a torch wasn't right … "It's a scepter," she realized. Annabeth stared at her. I recall something about it being the capital when the Greeks ruled Egypt. Alexander the Great, wasn't it? Alexander conquered Egypt and, after he died, his general Ptolemy took over.

He wanted the Egyptians to accept him as their pharaoh, so he mashed the Egyptian gods and Greek gods together and made up new ones. The three-headed creature was at the top of his scepter …" "Rather large scepter," Sadie noted. The staff isn't just trying to reassemble itself — it's trying to find its master.

We need to make sure—" The dog monster howled. The magical ropes exploded like a grenade, spraying the beach with golden shrapnel.

The blast knocked Sadie across the dunes like tumbleweed. Annabeth slammed into the ice-cream truck. Her limbs turned to lead. All the air was forced out of her lungs. If the dog creature had wanted to kill her, it could have, easily. Instead, it bounded inland, disappearing in the weeds.

Annabeth instinctively grabbed for a weapon. Her fingers closed round Sadie's curved wand. Pain made her gasp. The ivory burned like dry ice. Annabeth tried to let go, but her hand wouldn't obey.

As she watched, the wand steamed, changing form until the burn subsided and Annabeth held a Celestial bronze dagger — just like the one she'd carried for years. She stared at the blade. Then she heard groaning from the nearby dunes. By the time she reached the magician, Sadie was sitting up, spitting sand out of her mouth.

She had bits of seaweed in her hair, and her backpack was wrapped round one of her combat boots, but she looked more outraged than injured. It just changed into the kind of dagger I usually use.

Well, magic items do have a mind of their own. Keep it. I've got more at home. Now, which way did Fido go? Sadie peered inland. Her eyes widened. Towards the storm. That's new. Past the subway tracks, she saw nothing except an abandoned apartment tower, fenced off and forlorn against the late afternoon sky.

She brought out another ceramic vial, this one stubby and wide like a face-cream jar. She pulled off the lid and scooped out some pink goo. It's perfectly harmless … well, for magicians. Probably for demigods, too. Sadie smeared on the goop, which tingled and warmed like menthol rub.

The world was awash in color. The ground had turned translucent — gelatinous layers descending into darkness below. The air rippled with shimmering veils, each one vibrant but slightly out of sync, as if multiple high-definition videos had been superimposed on top of one another. Hieroglyphs and Greek letters swirled around her, fusing and bursting as they collided. Annabeth felt as if she were seeing the world on the atomic level.

Everything invisible had been revealed, painted with magic light.

It would drive me bonkers. I have to concentrate to see the Duat. That's what you're doing — peering into the magical side of the world.

Annabeth was usually a confident person. Whenever she dealt with regular mortals, she carried a smug certainty that she possessed secret knowledge. She understood the world of gods and monsters. Mortals didn't have a clue. Even with other demigods, Annabeth was almost always the most seasoned veteran. She'd done more than most heroes had ever dreamed of, and she'd survived.

Now, looking at the shifting curtains of colors, Annabeth felt like a six-year-old kid again, just learning how terrible and dangerous her world really was. She sat down hard in the sand. Your eyes will adjust. It's rather like swimming. If you let your body take over, you'll know what to do instinctively. Panic, and you'll drown. She began to discern patterns in the air: currents flowing between the layers of reality, vapor trails of magic streaming off cars and buildings.

The site of the train wreck glowed green. Sadie had a golden aura with misty plumes spreading behind her like wings. Where the dog monster once lay, the ground smoldered like live coals. Crimson tendrils snaked away from the site, following the direction in which the monster had fled.

Annabeth focused on the derelict apartment building in the distance, and her heartbeat doubled.

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The tower glowed red from the inside — light seeping through the boarded-up windows, shooting through cracks in the crumbling walls. Dark clouds swirled overhead, and more tendrils of red energy flowed towards the building from all over the landscape, as if being drawn into the vortex. The scene reminded Annabeth of Charybdis, the whirlpool-inhaling monster she'd once encountered in the Sea of Monsters.

It wasn't a happy memory. It means evil and chaos. They had to hurry. But, looking at the swirling layers of magic, she was afraid to move. She'd spent her whole life learning about the Mist — the magical boundary that separated the mortal world from the world of Greek monsters and gods. But she'd never thought of the Mist as an actual curtain. What had Sadie called it — the Duat? Annabeth wondered if the Mist and the Duat were related, or maybe even the same thing.

The number of veils she could see was overwhelming — like a tapestry folded in on itself a hundred times. She didn't trust herself to stand. Sadie offered her hand. Her eyes were full of sympathy. You're still the same tough-skinned, rucksack-wielding demigod you've always been. And now you have a lovely dagger as well. Normally she would've been the one giving the pep talk. Yeah, of course. The enchanted goop on Annabeth's eyes seemed to be wearing off.

The world no longer looked so multilayered and kaleidoscopic, but that was fine with her. She didn't need special vision to know the tower was full of bad magic.

Up close, the red glow in the windows was even more radiant. The plywood rattled. The brick walls groaned. Hieroglyphic birds and stick figures formed in the air and floated inside. Even the graffiti seemed to vibrate on the walls, as if the symbols were trying to come alive.

Whatever was inside the building, its power tugged at Annabeth too, the same way Crabby had on the train. She gripped her new bronze dagger, realizing it was too small and too short to provide much offensive power. But that's why Annabeth liked daggers: they kept her focused.

A child of Athena should never rely on a blade if she could use her wits instead. Intelligence won wars, not brute force.

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Unfortunately, Annabeth's wits weren't working very well at the moment. Tell me, how often do monsters give you the luxury of Googling them before they attack? Carter — he would love to spend hours in the library, reading up on every hostile demon we might face, highlighting the important bits and making flash cards for me to study.

Sadly, when demons attack, they don't give us any warning, and they rarely bother to identify themselves. When necessary, blast enemies into teeny-tiny bits. You'd fit right in with my friends. That door, you think? A single two-by-four was nailed across the doorway in a half-hearted attempt to keep out trespassers, but the door itself was slightly ajar.

Annabeth was about to suggest scouting the perimeter. She didn't trust such an easy way in, but Sadie didn't wait. The young magician trotted down the steps and slipped inside. Annabeth's only choice was to follow. As it turned out, if they'd come through any other door, they would have died.

The whole interior of the building was a cavernous shell, thirty stories tall, swirling with a maelstrom of bricks, pipes, boards and other debris, along with glowing Greek symbols, hieroglyphs and red neon tufts of energy.

The scene was both terrifying and beautiful — as if a tornado had been caught, illuminated from within and put on permanent display. Because they'd entered on the basement level, Sadie and Annabeth were protected in a shallow stairwell — a kind of trench in the concrete. If they'd walked into the storm on ground level, they would've been ripped to shreds.

As Annabeth watched, a twisted steel girder flew overhead at race-car speed. Dozens of bricks sped by like a school of fish. A fiery red hieroglyph slammed into a flying sheet of plywood, and the wood ignited like tissue paper.

She pointed to the top of the building, where part of the thirtieth floor was still intact — a crumbling ledge jutting out into the void. It was hard to see through the swirling rubble and red haze, but Annabeth could discern a bulky humanoid shape standing at the precipice, his arms spread as if welcoming the storm.

Annabeth flinched as a helix of copper pipes spun a few inches over her head. She stared into the debris and began noticing patterns like she had with the Duat: a swirl of boards and nails coming together to form a platform frame, a cluster of bricks assembling like Lego to make an arch.

And, believe me, that was not my favorite holiday spot. She wondered if Chaos meant the same thing for Egyptians as it did for Greeks. Annabeth had had her own close call with Chaos, and if Sadie had been there, too … well, the magician must be even tougher than she seemed. And there? Bits of material are coming together, forming some kind of structure inside the building.

Copper piping was reconnecting like arteries and veins in a circulatory system. Sections of old walls were piecing themselves together to form a new jigsaw puzzle. Every so often, more bricks or girders peeled off the outer walls to join the tornado. Anything but that. There's only one way to know for sure. The man on the ledge hadn't moved, but Annabeth could swear he'd grown larger.

Red light swirled around him. Sadie shouldered her backpack. At the opposite end of the building, a set of metal doors burst open and the crab monster loped inside. Unfortunately, the beast now had all three heads — wolf, lion and dog. Its long spiral shell glowed with Greek and hieroglyphic inscriptions. Completely ignoring the flying debris, the monster clambered inside on its six forelegs, then leaped into the air.

The storm carried it upward, spiraling through the chaos. Annabeth's spine tingled. She'd been encased in a protective bubble like this once before, when she, Percy and Grover had used magic pearls to escape the Underworld.

The experience had been … claustrophobic. Immediately, their shield was put to the test. A flying kitchen counter would have decapitated them, but it shattered against Sadie's force field. Chunks of marble swirled harmlessly around them. I'll fly up there and stop the staff monster. You try to distract that god … whoever he is. Get his attention.

I can't maintain a spell. If you're not inside the shield —' 'I have an idea. It might even work. She curled her fingers round it, then began to change form. Annabeth had seen people turn into animals before, but it never got easier to watch. Sadie shrank to a tenth of her size. Her nose elongated into a beak.

Her hair and clothes and backpack melted into a sleek coat of feathers. She became a small bird of prey — a kite, maybe — her blue eyes now brilliant gold. With the little figurine still clutched in her talons, Sadie spread her wings and launched herself into the storm.

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Annabeth winced as a cluster of bricks ploughed into her friend — but somehow the debris went straight through without turning Sadie into feather puree.

Sadie's form just shimmered as if she were travelling under a deep layer of water. Sadie was in the Duat, Annabeth realized — flying on a different level of reality. The idea made Annabeth's mind heat up with possibilities. If a demigod could learn to pass through walls like that, run straight through monsters … But that was a conversation for another time. Right now she needed to move. She charged up the steps and into the maelstrom. Metal bars and copper pipes clanged against her force field.

The golden sphere flashed a little more dimly each time it deflected debris. She raised Sadie's staff in one hand and her new dagger in the other. In the magical torrent, the Celestial bronze blade guttered like a dying torch. God Person! Her voice probably couldn't carry over the storm. The shell of the building started to groan. Mortar trickled from the walls and swirled into the mix like candy-floss tufts.

Sadie the hawk was still alive, flying towards the three-headed monster as it spiraled upward.

The beast was about halfway to the top now, flailing its legs and glowing ever more brightly, as if soaking up the power of the tornado. Annabeth was running out of time. She reached into her memory, sifting through old myths, the most obscure tales Chiron had ever told her at camp. When she was younger, she'd been like a sponge, soaking up every fact and name.

The three-headed staff. The god of Alexandria, Egypt. The god's name came to her. At least, she hoped she was right. One of the first lessons she'd learned as a demigod: Names have power. You never said the name of a god or monster unless you were prepared to draw its attention. Annabeth took a deep breath.

Huge sections of pipe hovered in midair. Clouds of bricks and timber froze and hung suspended. Becalmed in the middle of the tornado, the three-headed monster tried to stand. Sadie swooped overhead, opened her talons and dropped her figurine, which instantly grew into a full-sized camel.

The shaggy dromedary slammed into the monster's back. Both creatures tumbled out of the air and crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and heads. The staff monster continued to struggle, but the camel lay on top of it with its legs splayed, bleating and spitting and basically going limp like a thousand-pound toddler throwing a tantrum. The young magician clearly had some good tricks up her sleeve.

The god Serapis leaped from his ledge. He plummeted thirty stories and landed on his feet in the middle of the ground floor, an easy dagger throw away from Annabeth. Not that she was tempted to attack. Serapis stood fifteen feet tall. He wore only a pair of swimming trunks in a Hawaiian floral pattern.

His body rippled with muscles. His bronze skin was covered in shimmering tattoos of hieroglyphs, Greek letters and other languages Annabeth didn't recognize. His face was framed with long, nappy hair like Rastafarian dreadlocks. A curly Greek beard grew down to his collarbone. His eyes were sea green — so much like Percy's that Annabeth got goose bumps. Normally she didn't like hairy bearded dudes, but she had to admit this god was attractive in an older, wild-surfer kind of way.

His headgear, however, ruined the look. What Annabeth had taken for a stovepipe hat was actually a cylindrical wicker basket embroidered with images of pansies.

He patted his head as if he'd forgotten about the basket. A few wheat seeds spilled from the top. It's one of my holy symbols! The grain basket represents the Underworld, which I control. But who are you to criticize my fashion choices? A Greek demigod, by the smell of you, carrying a Celestial bronze weapon and an Egyptian staff from the House of Life. Which are you — hero or magician? Flowerpot hat or no, Serapis radiated power. Standing so near him, Annabeth felt watery inside, as if her heart, her stomach and her courage were all melting.

Get a hold of yourself, she thought. You've met plenty of gods before.

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But Serapis was different. His presence felt fundamentally wrong — as if simply by being here he was pulling Annabeth's world inside out. Twenty feet behind the god, Sadie the bird landed and changed back to human form. She gestured to Annabeth: finger to lips shh , then rolled her hand keep him talking. She began rooting quietly through her bag.

Annabeth had no idea what her friend was planning, but she forced herself to meet Serapis's eyes. Now, explain why you're here! Then, to Annabeth's surprise, he threw back his head and laughed, spilling more grain from his modius. Trying to impress me, eh? You think yourself worthy of being my high priestess? There was only one answer to a question like that.

Why, I was once the magna mater of Athena's cult! But are you worthy of my service? Let's see how tough you are. A bathtub flew out of the air, straight at Annabeth's force field. The porcelain burst into shrapnel against the golden sphere, but Sadie's staff became so hot that Annabeth had to drop it.

The white wood burned to ashes. Great, she thought. Two minutes, and I've already ruined Sadie's staff. Her protective shield was gone. She faced a fifteen-foot-tall god with only her usual weapons — a tiny dagger and a lot of attitude. To Annabeth's left, the three-headed monster was still struggling to get out from under the camel, but the camel was heavy, stubborn and fabulously uncoordinated.

Every time the monster tried to push it off, the camel farted with gusto and splayed its legs even further. Meanwhile, Sadie had taken a piece of chalk from her bag. She scribbled furiously on the concrete floor behind Serapis, perhaps writing a nice epitaph to commemorate their imminent death. When weak, act strong. Annabeth stood straight and laughed in Serapis's face. I don't even need a staff to defend myself. My powers are too great! Or perhaps you want to stop wasting my time and tell me how I may serve you, assuming I agree to become your new high priestess.

Annabeth was sure he would drop the entire whirlwind of debris on her, and there was no way she'd be able to stop it. She considered throwing her dagger at the god's eye, the way her friend Rachel had once distracted the Titan Kronos, but Annabeth didn't trust her aim. Finally Serapis gave her a twisted smile.

I'll grant you that. And you did make haste to find me. Perhaps you can serve. You will be the first of many to give me your power, your life, your very soul!

A red hieroglyph burned on the creature's hide, and, with one final fart, the poor dromedary dissolved into a pile of sand. The three-headed monster got to its forepaws, shaking off the sand. The monster's three heads snarled at her. Serapis scowled. We should do things properly! It was much too heavy for her to pick up, but she stuck her dagger in her belt and used both hands to grab the end of the creature's conical shell, dragging it backwards, away from the god.

Meanwhile, Sadie had drawn a big circle about the size of a hula-hoop on the concrete. She was now decorating it with hieroglyphs, using several different colors of chalk. By all means, Annabeth thought with frustration. Take your time and make it pretty! She managed to smile at Serapis while holding back the staff monster that was still trying to claw its way forward. Something about souls and lives?

Serapis didn't seem to notice.

A web of light connected the dots until Annabeth saw the glowing outline of the structure Serapis was building: a massive tower three hundred feet tall, designed in three tapering tiers — a square bottom, an octagonal middle and a circular top. At the zenith blazed a fire as bright as a Cyclops's forge. His wicker-basket hat kept tilting to one side or the other, spilling grain.

Somehow he still failed to notice Sadie squatting behind him, scribbling pretty pictures with her chalk. I was its supreme god, and now I have risen again.

I will create my new capital here! That name won't do. We will call it … Rockandria? Well, we'll figure that out later! Our first step is to complete my new lighthouse. It will be a beacon to the world — drawing the deities of Ancient Greece and Egypt here to me just as it did in the old days. I shall feed on their essence and become the most powerful god of all! You mean, destroy them? I prefer incorporate. You know my history, I hope? That didn't work too well.

The Greeks didn't like Amun.So much knowledge of the ancient world had been destroyed when that library had burned. Others fainted onto the floor. The Brightest Night. You mean, destroy them? Annabeth stood straight and laughed in Serapis's face. But if it does … I might have a plan.

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