I personally would have liked more interaction between Percy and Carter.
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Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or tablets. The sequel to The Son of Sobek, entitled The Staff of Serapis is the sixty-page crossover story in which Sadie and Annabeth meet. You wouldn’t think it could cause so much trouble.By: Rick Riordan. Facing Camper Boy, I was furious, not to mentioned dazed and confused so when I meant to say the English word fist, it came out in Ancient Egyptian instead: khefa. I guess that spell was still in my head, ready to be triggered like a loaded gun. My plan had been to punch my way out of the monster. While I was in the crocodile’s belly, I’d been preparing to summon the Fist of Horus, a giant glowing blue hand that can pulverize doors, walls, and pretty much anything else that gets in your way. And as I may have mentioned, I’m not always good at channeling words of power.
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I was about to summon a fist-” For what happened next, I take full responsibility. Remember?” My fingers tightened around my sword hilt. “I’ve got a crocodile to catch.” “Dude, I have a crocodile to catch,” he insisted. “Just get out of here,” I said, gritting my teeth. Camper Boy had just called me a half-blood? Maybe I hadn’t heard him right. “It’s supposed to be curved.” But I wasn’t thinking about the sword. “It’s a khopesh.” My shock was rapidly turning to anger. Son of Ares? You’ve got to be a half-blood, but what happened to your sword? It’s all bent.” Ancient relics can really mess with your mind. Maybe he kept them in the Duat? Or maybe he was just a delusional mortal who’d accidentally found a magic sword and thought he was a superhero. He wasn’t carrying a magician’s pack or a wand. Around his neck hung a leather strap with some colorful clay beads, like a kid’s arts and crafts project. I still couldn’t read his T-shirt except for the word CAMP. “I would already be chasing it, but you surprised me.” He sized me up, which was disconcerting since he was half a foot taller. “I’m trying to stop it! Now, where-” “The croc headed that way.” He pointed his sword to the south. “Is it your monster or not?” “I don’t own it!” I growled. “Did you say pegasi?” He waved the question aside. A few days ago, it ate one of our pegasi.” A jolt went up my spine like I’d backed into an electric fence. I take that kind of personal, as this is my home turf. “Look, man, I don’t know who you are, but that crocodile has been terrorizing Long Island for weeks. He didn’t seem to have any trouble with the mud. “What do you think I was doing? Now, who are you, and why are you fighting my monster?” “Your monster?” The guy trudged toward me through the water. Yeah, I was a little embarrassed: the mighty Carter Kane, head of Brooklyn House, had been disgorged from a croc’s mouth like a giant hairball. What were you doing in there?” I’ll admit I wasn’t in the best mood. “You’re welcome.” “What?” “I stuck that croc in the rump.” He mimicked the action with his sword. “The crocodile,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm and even. The only problem was, I’d met most of the magicians in the North American nomes, and I’d never seen this guy before. Their brains can’t interpret it, so they might look at my sword, for instance, and see a baseball bat or a walking stick. Normal mortals have trouble seeing magic. He noted my khopesh and wand, and I got the feeling that he actually saw these things as they were. For a second, Camper Boy just stared at me. I’m not sure which of us was more surprised. What really caught my attention was his sword-a straight double-edged blade glowing with faint bronze light. He looked a little older than me-maybe seventeen-with tousled black hair and sea-green eyes. The crocodile was gone, but standing in the marsh about twenty feet away was a teenage guy in jeans and a faded orange T-shirt that said CAMP something. The surface of the river churned with bubbles.
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