THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html<br />
soldiers.<br />
“I am the son of Hades,” Nico insisted. “Be gone!”<br />
Minos laughed. “You have no power over me. I am the lord of spirits!The ghost king!”<br />
“<strong>No</strong>.” Nico drew his sword. “Iam.”<br />
He stabbed his black blade into the floor, and it cleaved through the stone like butter.<br />
“Never!”Minos’sform rippled. “I will not—”<br />
The ground rumbled. The windows cracked and shattered to pieces, letting in a blast of fresh air. A<br />
fissure opened in the stone floor of the workshop, and Minos and all his spirits were sucked into the void<br />
with a horrible wail.<br />
The bad news: the fight was still going on all around us, and I let myself get distracted. Kelli pounced on<br />
me so fast I had no time to defend myself. My sword skittered away and I hit my head hard on a<br />
worktable as I fell. My eyesight went fuzzy. I couldn’t raise my arms.<br />
Kelli laughed. “You will taste wonderful!”<br />
She bared her fangs. Then suddenly her body went rigid. Her red eyes widened. She gasped,<br />
“<strong>No</strong>…school…spirit…”<br />
And Annabeth took her knife out of theempousa’s back. With an awful screech, Kelli dissolved into<br />
yellow vapor.<br />
Annabeth helped me up. I still felt dizzy, but we had no time to lose. Mrs. O’Leary and Daedalus were<br />
still locked in combat with the giants, and I could hear shouting in the tunnel. More monsters were coming<br />
toward the workshop.<br />
“We have to help Daedalus!” I said.<br />
“<strong>No</strong> time,” Rachel said.“Too many coming!”<br />
She’d already fitted herself with wings and was working on Nico, who looked pale and sweaty from his<br />
struggle with Minos. The wings grafted instantly to his back and arms.<br />
“<strong>No</strong>w you!” she told me.<br />
In seconds, Nico, Annabeth, Rachel, and I had fitted ourselves with coppery wings. Already I could feel<br />
myself being lifted by the wind coming through the window. Greek fire was burning the tables and<br />
furniture, spreading up the circular stairs.<br />
“Daedalus!”I yelled. “Come on!”<br />
He was cut in a hundred places—but he was bleeding golden oil instead of blood. He’d found his sword<br />
and was using part of a smashed table as a shield against the giants. “I won’t leave Mrs. O’Leary!” he<br />
said. “Go!”