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This is the audio-book of the 5th & final novel in the Percy Jackson series
I don't own anything in this video
All copyright goes to Rick Riordan
Narrated by Jesse Bern
The company that makes the audiobooks have skipped a bit of the novel in every single copy. There isnt a single version that has the missing contents so I have written out from the novel the missing bit down below:
Maybe next time, I said. Thank you for- I looked down at the burned cookies scattered on the floor. Thanks for everything
She tried to stop us, to offer us Kool-Aid, but I had to get out of that house. On the front porch, she grabbed my wrist and I almost jumped out of my skin. Luke, at least be safe. Promise me youll be safe.
I will Mom.
That made her smile. She released my wrist, and as she closed the front door I could hear her talking to the candles: You hear that? He will be safe. I told you he would be!
As the door shut, Nico and I ran. The little beanbag animals on the sidewalk seem to grin at us as we passed.
Back at the Cliff, Mrs. OLeary had found as friend.
A cozy campfire crackled in a ring of stones. A girl about eight years old was sitting cross-legged next to Mrs. OLeary, scratching the hellhounds ears.
The girl had mousy brown hair and a simple brown dress. She wore scarf over her head so she looked like a pioneer kid- like the ghost of Little House on the Prairie or something. She poked the fire with a stick, and it seemed to glow more richly red than a normal fire.
Hello, she said.
My first thought was: monster. When youre a demigod and you find a sweet little girl in the woods-thats typically a good time to draw your sword and attack. Plus, the encounter with Ms Castellan had rattled me pretty bad. But Nico bowed to the little girl. Hello again, Lady. She studied me with eyes as red as the firelight. I decided it was safest to bow.
Sit, Percy Jackson, she said. Would you like some dinner?
After staring at moldy peanut butter sandwiches and burned cookies, I didnt have much of an appetite, but the girl waved her hand and a picnic appeared at the edge of the fire. There were plates of roast beef, baked potatoes, buttered carrots, fresh bread, and a bunch of other foods I hadnt have in a long time. My Stomach started to rumble. It was the kind of home cooked meal people are supposed to have but never do. The girl made a five-foot-long dog biscuit appear for Mrs. OLeary, who happily began tearing it to shreds.
I sat next to Nico. We picked our food, and I was about to dig in When I thought better of it. I scraped part of my meal into the flames, the way we do at camp. For the gods, I said.
The little girl smiled. Thank you. As tender of the flames, I get a share of every sacrifice, you know.
I recognize you now, I said. The first time I came to camp, you were sitting by the fire, in the middle of the commons area.
You didnt stop to talk, the girl recalled sadly. Alas, most never do. Nico talked to me. He was the first in many years. Everyone rushes about. No time for visiting family.
Youre Hestia, I said. Goddess of the Hearth.
She nodded.
Okay so she looked eight years old. I didnt ask. I learned that gods could look any way they pleased.
My lady, Nico asked, why arent you with the other Olympians, fighting Typhon?
Im not much for fighting. Her red eyes flickered. I released that they werent just reflecting the flames. They were filled with flames- but not like Aress eyes. Hestias eyes were warm and cozy.
Besides, she said, someone has to keep the home fires burning while the other gods are away.
So youre guarding Mount Olympus? I asked.
Guard may be too strong a word. But if you ever need a warm place to sit and a home-cooked meal, you are welcome to visit. Now eat.
My plate was empty before I knew it
