The Sea Of Monsters Percy Jackson

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THE SEA OF MONSTERS

Percy Jackson and the Olympians – Book 2

Rick Riordan

CONTENTS

ONE..4
MY BEST FRIEND SHOPS.4
FOR A WEDDING DRESS.4

TWO..8
I PLAY DODGEBALL..8
WITH CANNIBALS.8

THREE..18
WE HAIL THE TAXI.18
OF ETERNAL TORMENT..18

FOUR..26
TYSON PLAYS.26

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WITH FIRE..26

FIVE..32
I GET A NEW...32
CABIN MATE..32

SIX..42
DEMON PIGEONS.42
ATTACK..42

SEVEN..53
I ACCEPT GIFTS.53
FROM A STRANGER..53

EIGHT..66
WE BOARD THE..66
PRINCESS ANDROMEDA..66

NINE..74
I HAVE THE WORST..74
FAMILY REUNION EVER..74

TEN..81
WE HITCH A RIDE WITH..81
DEAD CONFEDERATES.81

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ELEVEN..89
CLARISSE BLOWS UP.89
EVERYTHING..89

TWELVE..99
WE CHECK IN TO..99
C.C.'S SPA & RESORT..99

THIRTEEN..111
ANNABETH TRIES.111
TO SWIM HOME..111

FOURTEEN..120
WE MEET THE SHEEP.120
OF DOOM...120

FIFTEEN..127
NOBODY GETS.127
THE FLEECE..127

SIXTEEN..133
I GO DOWN..133
WITH THE SHIP.133

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WE GET A SURPRISE..137
ON MIAMI BEACH..137

EIGHTEEN..143
THE PARTY PONIES.143
INVADE..143

NINETEEN..150
THE CHARIOT RACE..150
ENDS WITH A BANG..150

TWENTY..159
THE FLEECE WORKS.159
ITS MAGIC TOO WELL..159

ONE
MY BEST FRIEND SHOPS
FOR A WEDDING DRESS

Mynightmare started like this.
I wasstanding on a deserted street in some little beach town. It was the middle of the night. A storm was
blowing. Wind and rain ripped at the palm trees along the sidewalk. Pink and yellow stucco buildings
lined the street, their win-dows boarded up. A block away, past a line of hibiscus bushes, the ocean
churned.
Florida,I thought. Though I wasn't sure how I knew that. I'd never been to Florida.
ThenI heard hooves clattering against the pavement. I turned and saw my friend Grover running for his
life.

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Yeah, I saidhooves.
Grover is a satyr. From the waist up, he looks like a typical gangly teenager with a peach-fuzz goatee
and a bad case of acne. He walks with a strange limp, but unless you happen to catchhim without his
pants on (which I don't recommend), you'd never know there was anything un-human about him. Baggy
jeans and fake feet hide the fact that he's got furry hindquarters and hooves.
Grover had been my best friend in sixth grade. He'd gone on this adventure with me and a girl named
Annabeth to save the world, but I hadn't seen him since last July, when he set off alone on a dangerousquest—a quest no satyr had ever returned from.
Anyway, in my dream, Grover was hauling goat tail, holding his human shoes in his hands the way he
does when he needs to move fast. He clopped past the little tourist shops and surfboard rental places.
The wind bent the palm trees almost to the ground.
Grover was terrified of something behind him. He must've just come from the beach. Wet sand wascaked in his fur. He'd escaped from somewhere. He was trying to get away from ... something.
A bone-rattling growl cut through the storm. Behind Grover, at the far end of the block, a shadowy
figure loomed. It swatted aside a street lamp, which burst in a shower of sparks.
Grover stumbled, whimpering in fear. He muttered to himself,Have to get away. Have to warn them!
I couldn't see what waschasing him, but I could hear it muttering and cursing. The ground shook as it
got closer. Grover dashed around a street corner and faltered. He'd run into a dead-end courtyard full of
shops. No time to back up. The nearest door had been blown open by the storm. The sign above the
darkened display window read: ST. AUGUSTINE BRIDAL BOUTIQUE.
Grover dashed inside. He dove behind a rack of...