The Colossus Rises
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 RiordanThe day after twelve-year-old Jack McKinley is told he has six months to live, he awakens on a mysterious island, where a secret organization promises to save his life – but with one condition. With his three friends, Jack must lead a mission to retrieve seven lost magical orbs, which, only when combined together, can save their lives. The challenge: the orbs have been missing for a thousand years, lost among the ruins and relics of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. With no one else to turn to and no escape in sight, the four friends have no choice but to undertake the quest. First stop: The Colossus of Rhodes, where they realise that there’s way more at stake than just their lives.
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FOR MY FELLOW VOYAGERS. ALL OF YOU.
CONTENTS
DEDICATION
CHAPTER ONE: RED BEARD
CHAPTER TWO: THE ACCIDENT
CHAPTER THREE: FLATLINING
CHAPTER FOUR: THE DREAM
CHAPTER FIVE: ARRIVAL
CHAPTER SIX: INTO THE JUNGLE
CHAPTER SEVEN: YODA IN TWEEDS
CHAPTER EIGHT: G7W
CHAPTER NINE: THE SELECT
CHAPTER TEN: SECRET MESSAGE
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THREE A.M.
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE MOE QUADRANT
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: ESCAPE FROM KI
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SINK OR SWIM
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: TRAINING DAY
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE FIRST TREATMENT
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: HERMAN AND BURT WENDERS
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE ONES THAT DONâT BELONG
CHAPTER NINETEEN: MOUNT ONYX
CHAPTER TWENTY: BELAY ON!
CHAPTER TWENTY - ONE: THE TUB
CHAPTER TWENTY - TWO: ATTACK
CHAPTER TWENTY - THREE: INTO THE ABYSS
CHAPTER TWENTY - FOUR: THE DREAM CHANGES
CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE: IF MISERY BE THINE
CHAPTER TWENTY - SIX: THE MAZE
CHAPTER TWENTY - SEVEN: RECALCULATING
CHAPTER TWENTY - EIGHT: DONâT LOOK UP
CHAPTER TWENTY - NINE: CASS ON FIRE
CHAPTER THIRTY: GOING, GOING, GONE
CHAPTER THIRY - ONE: MARCO
CHAPTER THIRTY - TWO: THE CIRCLE IN THE DARK
CHAPTER THIRTY - THREE: NO-DEAD-BODY ZONE
CHAPTER THIRTY - FOUR: THE HEPTAKIKLOS
CHPATER THIRTY - FIVE: CREATURE FROM THE BREACH
CHAPTER THIRY - SIX: MEANING OF THE SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY - SEVEN: RHODES
CHAPTER THIRTY - EIGHT: THE TROUBLE WITH TORQUIN
CHPATER THIRTY - NINE: CHASING THE MONKS
CHAPTER FORTY: BROTHER DIMITRIOS
CHAPTER FORTY - ONE: TWEETY RETURNS
CHAPTER FORTY - TWO: THE FLAME
CHAPTER FORTY - THREE: MASSARYM
CHAPTER FORTY - FOUR: THE AWAKENING
CHAPTER FORTY - FIVE: PLAN C
CHAPTER FORTY - SIX: ONE BEAST AT A TIME
CHAPTER FORTY - SEVEN: THE SECRET OF THE LOCULUS
CHAPTER FORTY - EIGHT: NO TURNING BACK
CHAPTER FORTY - NINE: SHOWDOWN
CHAPTER FIFTY: INCIDENT AT THE RHODEAN MANOR
CHAPTER FIFTY - ONE: SOLDIER, SAILOR, TINKER, TAILOR
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RED BEARD
ON THE MORNING I was scheduled to die, a large barefoot man with a bushy red beard waddled past my house. The thirty-degree temperature didnât seem to bother him, but he must have had a lousy breakfast, because he let out a burp as loud as a tuba.
Belching barefoot giants who look like Vikings are not normal in Belleville, Indiana. But I didnât really get a chance to see the guy closely.
At that moment, I, Jack McKinley, was under attack in my own bedroom. By a flying reptile.
I could have used an alarm clock. But Iâd been up late studying for my first-period math test and Iâm a deep sleeper. Dad couldnât wake me because he was in Singapore on business. And Vanessa, the au pair I call my donât-caregiver, always slept till noon.
I needed a big sound. Something I couldnât possibly sleep through. Thatâs when I saw my papier-mâché volcano from last monthâs science fair, still on my desk. It was full of baking soda. So I got my dadâs coffeemaker, filled it with vinegar, and rigged it to the volcano with a plastic tube. I set the timer for 6:30 A.M., when the coffeemaker would release the vinegar into the volcano, causing a goop explosion. I put a chute at the base of the volcano to capture that goop. In the chute was a billiard ball, which would roll down toward a spring-loaded catapult on my chair. The catapult would release a big old plastic Ugliosaurusâ¢âa fanged eagle crossed with a lion, bright-red.
Bangâwhen that baby hit the wall Iâd have to be dead not to wake up. Foolproof, right?
Not quite. Around 6:28, I was in the middle of a nightmare. Iâd had this dream way too many times: me, running through the jungle in a toga, chased by snarling, drooling, piglike beasts, whose screeches fill the smoky sky. Nice, huh? Usually I awake from this dream when a gap in the earth opens beneath my feet.
But this time, I fell in. Down into the darkness. To my death.
At the moment of contact, the Gaseous Giant burped in real life. The sound woke me up.
The coffeemaker-volcano alarm went off. And the Ugliosaurus whacked me between the eyes.
Which, in a nutshell, is how the worst morning of my life began. The last morning I would awaken in my own bed.
â@$%^&!â I screamed, which means I canât tell you the actual words.
I sprang off my bed in agony. That was when I caught a glimpse of Red Beard on the sidewalk. Which caused me to drop to the floor, embarrassed to be seen, even by a wacked-out barefoot stranger. Unfortunately my butt landed squarely on a sharp Ugliosaurus wing, which made me scream again. That was way too much screaming for someone who just turned thirteen.
I lay there with gritted teeth, wishing Iâd used the alarm clock. In my mind I saw Vanessa goading me: You think too much, Jack. Which she used to say about a hundred times a day. Maybe because I think too much. Always have.
I got off the floor, clutching my head. Red Beard was padding down the street, his feet slapping the pavement. âNext time, close your mouth,â I grumbled under my breath as I staggered to the bathroom.
I should have wondered who he was and why he was here. But I couldnât stop thinking of my nightmare, which still lingered like the taste of moldy cheese. I tried to replace it with thoughts of math. Unfortunately, it felt about the same.
