Lost in Babylon
PERCY JACKSON meets ERAGON in the new epic saga from bestseller Peter Lerangis.“A high-octane mix of modern adventure and ancient secrets… I can’t wait to see what’s next” Rick RiordanA week ago Jack McKinley was a normal boy, totally unaware that he had amazing powers – and that he was about to die. A secret organisation saved his life and now, to save the world, Jack must find seven magical objects hidden in the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.Luckily, there are three other kids just like Jack and they’re all on the mission together. But the gang are in trouble already. Marco has disappeared without a trace, along with the first object. With time running out, Jack and his remaining friends have no choice but to continue their quest without him, with no idea of what danger lies ahead.The epic adventure continues. Second stop: The Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
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Table of Contents
Chapter Two: âThe Mistakeâ
Chapter Three: Incident in Ohio
Chapter Five: Together, We Fell into Darkness
Chapter Eight: Itâs Aliii-ive!
Chapter Nine: A Question of Time
Chapter Ten: Arabic or Aramaic?
Chapter Eleven: Matter and Antimatter
Chapter Thirteen: Pure Awesome
Chapter Fourteen: Later, Gladiator
Chapter Eighteen: The Darkness
Chapter Twenty: A Tangle of Fangs
Chapter Twenty-Two: If Only â¦
Chapter Twenty-Three: To the Garden
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Torch and the Vizzeet
Chapter Twenty-Six: The Number Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Echoes of Nothing
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Invisible Bars
Chapter Thirty-One: Now you See It
Chapter Thirty-Two: A Whip of Blackness
Chapter Thirty-Three: In the Shadows
Chapter Thirty-Five: Lazarus Rises
Chapter Thirty-Six: Pineapple and Grasshopper
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Lethargic Lizard
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Back in Babylon
Chapter Thirty-Nine: His Jackness
Chapter Forty: Missiles of Spit
Chapter Forty-One: Falling Back
Chapter Forty-Three: The Betrayal
Chapter Forty-Four: You Have to Leave
Chapter Forty-Five: An Explanation of Sorts
Chapter Forty-Six: Headquarters
Chapter Forty-Seven: Resurrection
Chapter Forty-Eight: Fragments
Chapter Forty-Nine: The Beast-Tamer
Chapter Fifty: A Killing Company
Chapter Fifty-Two: Hack Attack
Chapter Fifty-Three: The Exit at the End of the Hall
Chapter Fifty-Four: Deafening Silence
Chapter Fifty-Five: Push Harder
Chapter Fifty-Six: Mustaches Everywhere
And now I was speeding through the jungle in a Jeep next to a three-hundred-pound giant who took great joy in driving into potholes.
âKeep your eyes on the road, Torquin!â I shouted as my head hit the ceiling.
âEyes in face, not on road,â replied Torquin.
In the backseat, Aly Black and Cass Williams cried out in pain. But we all knew we had to hang on. Time was short.
We had to find Marco.
Oh, about that time bomb. Itâs not an actual physical explosive. I have this gene that basically cuts off a personâs life at age fourteen. Itâs called G7W and all of us have itânot only me but Marco Ramsay, Aly, and Cass. Fortunately thereâs a cure. Unfortunately it has seven ingredients that are almost impossible to find. And Marco had flown off with the first one.
Which was why we were stuck in that sweaty Jeep on a crazy rescue mission.
âThis ride is bad enough. Donât pick the skin off your face, Jack!â said Aly from the backseat. âItâs disgusting!â She pushed aside a lock of pink hair from her forehead. I donât know where she gets hair dye on this crazy island, but one of these days Iâll ask her. Cass sat next to her, his eyes closed and his head resting against the seat back. His hair is normally curly and brown, but today it looked like squid-ink spaghetti, all blackened and stringy.
Cass had had a much worse time with the griffin than any of us.
I stared at the shred of skin between my fingers. I hadnât even known I was picking it. âSorry.â
âFrame it,â Torquin said distractedly.
His eyes were trained on a dashboard GPS device that showed a map of the Atlantic Ocean. Across the top were the words RAMSAY TRACKER. Under it, no signal at all. Zip. We each had a tracker surgically implanted inside us, but Marcoâs was broken.
âWait. Frame a piece of sunburned skin?â asked Aly.
âCollect. Make collage.â If I didnât know Torquin, I would think he had misunderstood Alyâs question. I mean, the four of us kids are misfits, but Torquin is in a class by himself. Heâs about seven and a half feet tall in bare feet. And he is always in bare feet. (Honestly, no shoe could possibly contain those two whoppers.) What he lacks in conversation skills he makes up for in weirdness. âI give you some of mine. Remind me.â
Alyâs face grew practically ash white. âRemind me not to remind you.â
âI wish I only had a sunburn,â Cass moaned.
âYou donât have to come with us this time, you know,â Aly said.
Cass frowned without opening his eyes. âIâm a little tired, but I had my treatment and it worked. We have to find Marco. Weâre a family.â
Aly and I exchanged a glance. Cass had been flown across an ocean by a griffin, who then prepped him for lunch. Plus he was recovering from a so-called treatment, and
