My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate . READER'S GUIDE. #HYPERION. THE LIGHTNING THIEF. Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Book One. By Rick Riordan d. The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Book 1). Read more · Percy Jackson & the Olympians 01 The Lightning Thief · Read more.
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Percy meets Poseidon and Zeus for the first time and tells them everything that he knows and suspects. He is twelve years old.
At camp. On the first day of summer. He learns that he is a half-blood: Percy finds that Hades does not have Zeus's master bolt. We know that she and Poseidon don't get along very well: Athena once caught Poseidon and his girlfriend at the ti. Zeus tells Poseidon that the master bolt must be returned to Mount Olympus by the summer solstice.
Percy learns more information about himself: When Zeus's master bolt the thing that allows him to create lightning whenever he wants is stolen.
Poseidon is miffed that his brother Zeus would even accuse him of such a thing. She is the Goddess of Wisdom and is Zeus's daughter. During their quest. Percy questions Ares and discovers that Ares stole the master bolt and helm of darkness from the original thief whose name we don't yet know. He tells them that he believes Kronos.
Poseidon tells Percy that he is proud of him and that. Percy has been having dreams about Kronos in which Kronos talks to him. Ares curses Percy. He accuses Poseidon of being power-hungry. To make things worse. Percy and Ares battle it out on the beach. Summary Meet Percy Jackson. Hades accuses Percy of stealing both the master bolt and the helm of darkness for his father.
Helping Percy are Grover. Or rather. Athena Annabeth's mom is really cool. After escaping Hades's wrath. The three take a bus. Once in the Underworld. Ares has been tempted by the possibility of sparking one of the biggest wars of all time between the Big Three: He lives in Boston with his wife and two sons More info: If you are doing a school report and need information about Rick Riordan.
Percy nearly dies from this scorpion bite. He tells Percy that he serves Kronos and that Kronos is planning to defeat the Olympians and get rid of them. On the last day of camp. While teaching in San Antonio. Riordan began writing mystery novels for grownups. San Antonio.
Rick is also the author of The 39 Clues: The Maze of Bones. He procrastinates making a decision about whether he will stay at Camp Half-Blood year round. Percy is lured into the woods by his friend.
TX Education: The football team later egged my car. Percy decides to go home and live with his mother for his seventh-grade year. Percy has a great time living the life of a hero. Also got in trouble for publishing an underground newspaper that made fun of the school.
Remember you need to paraphrase everything! Put it in your own words. He is also the author of the multi-award-winning Tres Navarre mystery series for adults. Today over forty million copies of his Percy Jackson. Luke vanishes. Percy's teacher. Kane Chronicles. Worked as an editor for the school newspaper and won third place in state for UIL feature writing. June 5. Riordan turned to children's fiction when he started The Lightning Thief as a bedtime story for his oldest son.
For fifteen years. That summer at Camp Half-Blood. Luke confesses to Percy that he was the original thief of the master bolt and the helm of darkness. Began college at North Texas State because I thought I wanted to be a guitar player and they had the best music program. His Tres Navarre series went on to win the top three national awards in the mystery genre — the Edgar.
Graduated with a double major in English and history. While teaching full time. Favorite book I wrote: Camp Capers. Favorite character in my books: Also hard to answer! Probably Grover. I taught mythology almost every year that I was a teacher. I probably read it ten times.
In my spare time: I like to read. My first full-time job was teaching middle school in New Braunfels. My mom was a musician and an artist. My dad was a ceramicist he made stuff out of clay. I started writing when I was in middle school. Childhood influences: The first book I remember reading for fun was the Lord of the Rings. I read mostly fantasy and science fiction in high school. This is where I got the idea for Camp Half-Blood.
I like them all for different reasons. The first story I submitted for publication was when I was Work experience: When I was in college. Then we had our two sons. I also liked Greek and Norse mythology since I was in middle school. Haley and Patrick. It was always my favorite thing.
My first published works were two short stories in the UTSA literary magazine. My parents were both teachers. I live with my wife and two sons.
We lived there for eight years and I taught at Presidio Hill School. I worked for three years as the music director at a summer camp. After that. Flag for inappropriate content. Related titles. Cunning Intelligence in Norse Myth: Jump to Page. Brunner asked. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead.
And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—" "Eeew! Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life.
Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?
At least Nancy got packed, too. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears. I thought about his question, and shrugged. Brunner looked disappointed. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld.
On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Dodds, would you lead us back outside? Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go— intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.
Brunner told me. And how your studies apply to it. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.
I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho! Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C— in my life. No—he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly. I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr.
Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral. He told me to go outside and eat my lunch. The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue. Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city.
I figured maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes.
I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in. Nobody else seemed to notice.
Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing. Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others.
We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes.
I mean—I'm not a genius. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple? I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas.
I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp.
He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized cafe table. I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends—I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists—and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos. I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper.
A wave roared in my ears. I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me! Dodds materialized next to us. Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—" "—the water—" "—like it grabbed her—" I didn't know what they were talking about.
All I knew was that I was in trouble again. As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. Dodds said.
I pushed her.
I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Dodds scared Grover to death. She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled. Underwood," she said. Dodds barked at me. I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there.
She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on. How'd she get there so fast? I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things. I wasn't so sure. I went after Mrs.
Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel. I looked back up. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall. Okay, I thought.
She's going to make me download a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop. But apparently that wasn't the plan.
I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section. Except for us, the gallery was empty.
Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling. Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it I did the safe thing.
I said, "Yes, ma'am. It was evil. She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me. I said, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am. Confess, and you will suffer less pain. All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade.
Or worse, they were going to make me read the book. Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human.
She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons. Then things got even stranger. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.