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Percy Jackson and the Gods of Olympus by Rick Riordan Percy Jackson's Greek Gods: "A publisher in New York asked me to write down what I know about the Greek gods, and I The Complete Series of Percy In this book, Percy Jackson tells of all the gods and certain myths on them.(Book contains sexual content.). Percy Jackson's Greek Gods - Rick Riordan - dokument [*.epub] BOOKS BY RICK RIORDAN Percy Jackson and the Olympians Book One: The.

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Percy Jackson and the Greek Gods (Percy Jackson's Greek Myths series) by Rick Riordan. Read online, or download in secure EPUB format. "If you like horror shows, bloodbaths, lying, stealing, backstabbing and cannibalism, then read on " Who could tell the true stories of the gods and goddesses of. Read Online Percy Jackson's Greek Gods By Rick Riordan Full version #EPUB. Book details Author: Rick Riordan Pages: pages.

Not in United States? Choose your country's store to see books available for download. See if you have enough points for this item. Sign in. Because I don't need the Olympians mad at me again. But if it helps you to know your Greek gods, and survive an encounter with them if they ever show up in your face, then I guess writing all this down will be my good deed for the week. He explains how the world was created, then gives readers his personal take on a who's who of ancients, from Apollo to Zeus. Percy does not hold back. Tui T. The Bronze Key Magisterium 3.

Plus, once the Titans were born, things started to go sour with Ouranos and Gaea's marriage. Ouranos spent a lot more time hanging out in the sky. He didn't visit. He didn't help with the kids. Gaea got resentful. The two of them started fighting.

As the kids grew older, Ouranos would yell at them and basically act like a horrible dad. A few times, Gaea and Ouranos tried to patch things up. Gaea decided maybe if they had another set of kids, it would bring them closer,,,. I know, right? Bad idea. She gave birth to triplets.

The problem: They were as big and strong as Titans, except hulking and brutish and in desperate need of a body wax. Worst of all, each kid had a single eye in the middle of his forehead. Talk about a face only a mother could love.

Well, Gaea loved these guys. She named them the Elder Cyclopes, and eventually they would spawn a whole race of other, lesser Cyclopes. But that was much later. When Ouranos saw the Cyclops triplets, he freaked. They don't even look like me! He stormed off and came back with thick chains made from the night sky's pure darkness. He bound up the Cyclopes and tossed them into Tartarus, which was the only part of creation where Ouranos wouldn't have to look at them.

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Harsh, right? Gaea screamed and wailed, but Ouranos refused to release the Cyclopes. No one else dared to oppose his orders, because by this time he was getting a reputation as a pretty scary dude. I am literally above everything else. You will do as I say. I am the first and best of the primordial gods. Her first kids, the Titans, were almost adults now.

They felt bad for Mom. They didn't like their dad much either-Gaea was always bad-mouthing him, with good reason-but the Titans were scared of Ouranos and felt helpless to stop him. I have to keep it together for the kids, Gaea thought. Maybe I should give it one more try with Ouranos.

She arranged a nice romantic evening-candles, roses, soft music. They must have rekindled some of the old magic.

A few months later, Gaea gave birth to one more set of triplets. As if she needed more proof that her marriage to Ouranos was dead,,,. The new kids were even more monstrous than the Cyclopes. Each one had a hundred arms all around his chest like sea urchin spines, and fifty teeny, tiny heads clustered on his shoulders.

It didn't matter to Gaea. She loved their little faces-all hundred and fifty of them. She called the triplets the Hundred-Handed Ones. She'd barely had time to give them names, though, when Ouranos marched over, took one look at them, and snatched them from Gaea's arms. Without a word, he wrapped them in chains and tossed them into Tartarus like bags of recycling.

Clearly, the sky dude had issues. Well, that was pretty much it for Gaea. She wailed and moaned and caused so many earthquakes that her Titan kids came running to see what was wrong. She explained what had happened. Then she raised her arms and caused the ground to rumble beneath her. She summoned the hardest substance she could find from her earthy domain, shaped it with her anger, and created the first weapon ever made-a curved iron blade about three feet long.

She fixed it to a wooden handle made from a nearby tree branch, then showed her invention to the Titans. I will call it a scythe! What is that for?

Why is it curved? How do you spell scythe? One of you will kill him and take his place. He was the oldest Titan boy, but he mostly hung out in the far reaches of the sea with the primordial water god, whom he called Uncle Pontus. She was one of the smartest girls, and she immediately got the concept of punishing someone for a crime.

It's very simple. You take this sharp pointy blade and you cut your dad into small pieces so he can't bother us again. Whichever of you does this will be the ruler of the universe! Also, I will make you those cookies you used to like, with the sprinkles. We call it psycho. Back then, the rules of behavior were a lot looser. Maybe you'll feel better about your own relatives, knowing that the first family in creation was also the first dysfunctional family.

The Titans started mumbling and pointing to each other like, "Hey, you'd be good at killing Dad. The youngest of the twelve shouldered his way forward. Kronos was smaller than his brothers and sisters. He wasn't the smartest or the strongest or the fastest. But he was the most power-hungry.

I suppose when you're the youngest of twelve kids, you're always looking for ways to stand out and get noticed. The youngest Titan loved the idea of taking over the world, especially if it meant being the boss of all his siblings. Hey, for a scythe, cookies, and a chance to commit murder, Kronos could hide his true feelings. First, I want you to trick Ouranos into visiting you.

Just get him here tonight and act like you still love him. Four of you just need to hold him. One-time offer. They made their excuses and quickly left. The oldest son, Oceanus, chewed his thumb nervously. Kronos smiled at them. He told them the plan. That night, amazingly, Ouranos showed up. He wandered into the valley where he usually met Gaea and frowned when he saw the sumptuous dinner laid out on the table.

Are you serious about making up? Her curly hair was braided with jewels which were easy for her to get, being the earth , and she smelled of roses and jasmine. She reclined on a sofa in the soft light of the candles and beckoned her husband to come closer. Ouranos felt underdressed in his loincloth. Was he suspicious? Remember, nobody in the history of the cosmos had been lured He was going to be the first. Lucky guy. Also, he got lonely hanging out in the sky so much.

His only company was the stars, the air god Aither who was, in fact, a total airhead , and Nyx and Hemera, mother and daughter, who argued with each other every dawn and dusk.

As soon as he settled in, Kronos whispered from the behind the nearest boulder: Krios had disguised himself as a bush. Koios had dug a hole for himself and covered it with branches. Hyperion had tucked himself under the couch it was a large couch , and Iapetus was attempting to look like a tree with his arms out for branches. For some reason, it had worked. The four brothers grabbed Ouranos. Each one took an arm or a leg and they wrestled their dad to the ground, stretching him out spread-eagle.

Kronos emerged from the shadows. His iron scythe gleamed in the starlight. Besides, who wears a loincloth to a fancy dinner? I am disgusted! I am the lord of the cosmos! If you do this, uh…what was your name again? Someday, your own children will destroy you and take your throne, just as you are doing to me!

It hit Ouranos right in the…well, you know what? Kronos chopped, and Ouranos howled in pain. It was like the most disgusting cheap-budget Droplets of it splattered over the rocks; and the stuff was so powerful that later on, when no one was looking, creatures arose from the ichor—three hissing winged demons called the Furies, the spirits of punishment. They immediately fled into the darkness of Tartarus.

Other drops of sky blood fell on fertile soil, where they eventually turned into wild but gentler creatures called nymphs and satyrs.

Most of the blood just splattered everything. Iapetus got sick on the spot. The others laughed and patted each other on the back. Cookies and punch for everyone! Maybe because he resented his eldest brother, Oceanus. I dunno. They basically exiled him into the air.

Anyway, Kronos returned to the valley, and all the Titans had a party. Gaea named Kronos lord of the universe. Kronos kept his promise and gave his four helpful brothers control over the four corners of the earth. Iapetus became the Titan of the west. Hyperion got the east. Koios took the north, and Krios got the south. We have begun a Golden Age! He had to work his way up to being a complete slime bucket. The monstrous guys turned out to be useful, too.

The palace was made from void-black marble. Towering columns and vast halls gleamed in the light of magical torches. All mine! In addition to being king of the cosmos, Kronos became the Titan of time.

He was especially interested in the destructive power of time. Just for kicks, he used to travel around the world, fast-forwarding the lives of trees, plants, and animals so he could watch them wither and die. He never got tired of that. Krios was the Titan of the south. He took the ram for his symbol, since the ram constellation rose in the southern sky.

His navy blue armor was dotted with stars. Krios was the dark, silent type. He would stand down there at the southern edge of world, watching the constellations and thinking deep thoughts—or maybe he was just thinking he should have requested a more exciting job. Koios, the Titan of the north, lived at the opposite end of the world obviously. He was sometimes called Polus, because he controlled the northern pole. This was way before Santa Claus moved in.

Koios was also the first Titan to have the gift of prophecy. In fact, Koios literally means question. He could ask questions of the sky, and sometimes the sky would whisper answers. Is Kronos going to kill me today? That kind of thing. Eventually Koios would pass down the gift of prophecy to his children. Hyperion, Titan of the east, was the flashiest of the four. Since the light of day came from the east every morning, he called himself the Lord of Light.

Behind his back, everybody else called him Kronos Lite, because he did whatever Kronos told him, and was basically like Kronos with half the calories and none of the taste. Anyway, he wore blazing golden armor and was known to burst into flames at random moments, which made him fun at parties. His counterpart, Iapetus, was more laid-back, being the Titan of the west.

A good sunset always makes you want to kick back and chill. He was an excellent fighter who knew how to use a spear. As for the last brother, Oceanus, he took charge of the outer waters that circled the world. It could have been worse. Now, before I turn to the six lady Titans, let me get some nasty business out of the way. See, eventually the guy Titans started thinking, Hey, Dad had Gaea for a wife.

Who are we going to have for wives? Then they looked at the lady Titans and thought, Hmm… I know. The brothers wanted to marry their own sisters?! First off, like I said before, the rules of behavior were a lot looser back then.

Most important, immortals are just different from humans. They live forever, more or less. They have cool powers. Or maybe the Titans were all just freaks.

The oldest girl was Theia. If you wanted her attention, all you had to do was wave something shiny in her face. She loved sparkly things and bright scenic views.

Every morning she would dance with happiness when daylight returned. She would climb mountains just so she could see for miles around. She would even delve underground and bring out precious gems, using her magic powers to make them gleam and sparkle.

Theia is the one who gave gold its luster and made diamonds glitter. She became the Titan of clear sight. Because she was all about bright and glittery, she ended up marrying Hyperion, the lord of light.

Her sister Themis? Totally different. She was quiet and thoughtful and never tried to draw attention to herself, always wearing a simple white shawl over her hair. She realized from an early age that she had a natural sense of right and wrong. Whenever she was in doubt, she claimed that she could draw wisdom straight from the earth. Anyway, Themis had a good reputation among her brothers and sisters. She could mediate even the worst arguments. She became the Titan of natural law and fairness.

Third sister: She loved rivers, springs, and fresh running water of any kind. She was very kind, always offering her siblings something to drink, though the others got tired of hearing that the average Titan needs twenty-four large glasses of water a day to stay hydrated.

At any rate, Tethys thought of herself as the nursemaid for the whole world, since all living things need to drink. She ended up marrying Oceanus, which was kind of a no-brainer. I like water too! We should totally go out! The Greeks called this place the omphalos, literally the belly button of the earth, though they never specified whether it was an innie or an outie.

Her name meant bright, and she always looked on the positive side of things. Her prophecies tended to be like fortune cookies—only good stuff.

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Which was fine, I guess, if you only wanted to hear good news, but not so great if you had a serious problem. Unfortunately, they only saw each other once in a while since they lived very far apart. Bonus fact: Because he inherited her powers, Apollo was sometimes called Phoebus Apollo. Anyway, Mnemosyne was born with a photographic memory long before anyone knew what a photograph was. In some ways, that was good. She kept the family records and never ever forgot anything. But in some ways, having her around was a drag, because she would never let you forget anything.

That embarrassing thing you did when you were eight years old? Yep, she remembered. That promise you made three years ago that you would pay her back that loan? She remembered.

What was worse, Mnemosyne expected everybody else to have a good memory too. She became the Titan of memory, especially rote memorization. Next time you have to study for a spelling test or memorize the capitals of all fifty states for no apparent reason, thank Mnemosyne. That kind of assignment was totally her idea.

None Go figure. Finally, there was sister number six: Poor Rhea. She was the sweetest and most beautiful of the lady Titans, which of course meant she had the worst luck and the hardest life. Her name either means flow or ease. Both definitions fit. She always went with the flow, and she totally put people at ease. She would wander the valleys of the earth, visiting her brothers and sisters, talking to the nymphs and satyrs who had sprung from the blood of Ouranos.

She loved animals, too. Her favorite was the lion. If you see pictures of Rhea, she almost always has a couple of lions with her, which made it very safe for her to walk around, even in the worst neighborhoods. Rhea became the Titan of motherhood. She adored babies and always helped her sisters during their deliveries. Eventually she would earn the title the Great Mother when she had kids of her own. Unfortunately, she had to get married before any of that happened, which is how all the trouble started….

Oh, but everything was so great! What could possibly go wrong? She was so pleased to see her kids in charge of the world, she decided to sink back down into the earth for a while and just be, well…the earth. She deserved a rest. She was sure Kronos would take care of things and be a good king forever and ever. Yeah, right. So she lay down for a quick nap, which in geological terms meant a few millennia. Meanwhile, the Titans started having kids of their own, who were second-generation Titans.

Oceanus and Tethys, Mr. Water, had a daughter named Klymene, who became the Titan goddess of fame. Like a lot of folks who are obsessed with fame, she headed west. She ended up falling for the Titan of the west, Iapetus. I know, he was technically her uncle.

But like I said before, the Titans were different. My advice is not to think about it too much. Anyway, Iapetus and Klymene had a son named Atlas, who turned out to be an excellent fighter, and also kind of a jerk. Next, Iapetus and Klymene had a son named Prometheus, who was almost as clever as Kronos. According to some legends, Prometheus invented a minor life form you may have heard of—humans. One day he was just messing around at the riverbank, building stuff out of wet clay, when he sculpted a couple of funny-looking figures similar to Titans, only much smaller and easier to smash.

But the clay creatures came to life and became the first two humans. Did Prometheus get a medal for that? The Titans looked on humans the way we might look on gerbils. Other Titans thought they were repulsive rodents.

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As for the humans, they mostly just cowered in their caves and scurried around trying not to get stepped on. The Titans kept having more baby Titans.

All the dad and mom Titans were really happy to see her. Hyperion and Theia, Mr. Shiny, had twins named Helios and Selene, who were in charge of the sun and the moon. Makes sense, right? Helios would drive the chariot of the sun across the sky every day, even though it got terrible mileage. She drove her silver moon chariot across the sky at night and mostly kept to herself, though the one time she did fall in love, it was the saddest story ever.

He just sat on his throne in the palace of Mount Othrys and got very, very grumpy watching everyone else have a good time. At first he told himself, Well, no biggie. Kronos had earned the throne fair and square, but that curse took all the fun out of chopping up his dad. Now he had to worry about getting overthrown while everyone else got to enjoy the good life.

Once Gaea went back into the earth, they stopped coming by the palace for Sunday dinner. They said they were busy, but Kronos suspected that his brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews were simply scared of him. His scythe was intimidating. But was that his fault? One morning he really snapped. He woke up to a Cyclops hammering on a piece of bronze right Seven in the morning, on a weekend!

Kronos had promised his mom he would free the Elder Cyclopes and the Hundred-Handed Ones from Tartarus, but he was getting really tired of his ugly relatives. They smelled like Porta Potties. They had, like, zero personal hygiene, and they were constantly making noise—building things, hammering metal, cutting stone. Kronos called Atlas and Hyperion and a couple of his other goons.

They rounded up the Cyclopes and Hundred-Handed Ones and told them they were going for a nice drive in the country to look at wildflowers. Then they jumped the poor guys, wrapped them in chains again, and tossed them back into Tartarus.

Kronos was the king now. Mom would just have to deal with it. Things were much quieter at the palace after that, but Kronos still had a major case of the grumpies. In fact, he had a particular girl in mind. Secretly, he had a crush on Rhea. She was gorgeous. Every time the Titan family got together, Kronos stole glances at her. If he noticed any of the other guys flirting with her, he would pull them aside for a private conversation with his scythe in hand, and warn them never to do it again.

He loved how Rhea laughed. He loved the way her dark curly hair swept her shoulders. Her eyes were as green as meadows, and her lips…well, Kronos dreamed about kissing those lips. Also, Rhea was sweet and kind and everyone loved her. Kronos thought: Rhea would teach me to be a better Titan. Life would be awesome! But another part of him thought, No! Kronos grumbled in frustration.

He was the king of the freaking universe! He could do whatever he wanted! Maybe Ouranos had just been messing with him and there was no curse.

Note to self: He invited Rhea to a romantic dinner and poured out his feelings. He proposed to her on the spot. This was Kronos the Crooked One, after all—the dude who had killed their dad. The king of the freaking universe. Rhea agreed to marry him. Maybe she thought she could make him into a better guy.

Maybe Kronos believed that, too. They had a nice honeymoon. A few weeks later, when Kronos heard that surprise, surprise Rhea was expecting their first child, he tried to convince himself everything was fine. He was happy! He would never be a bad father like Ouranos. Kronos would love him or her and forget all about that old curse. Then the kid was born—a beautiful baby girl.

Rhea had been secretly worried her child might turn out to be a Cyclops or a Hundred-Handed One. Maybe Kronos had been stressing about that, too. But nope. The child was perfect. In fact, she was a little too perfect. Rhea named her Hestia. She swaddled the baby in soft blankets and showed her to her proud papa. At first, Kronos smiled. The kid was not a monster—sweet! She was smaller than a Titan baby, but heavier and perfectly proportioned.

Her eyes were much too intelligent for a newborn. She radiated power. She would be smaller than a Titan, but capable of great things. She would surpass any Titan at whatever she chose to do. Hestia was like an improved version of the Titans—Titan 2. She was a goddess—the first member of an entirely new branch of immortal evolution.

Looking at her, Kronos felt like an old cell phone staring at the latest model smartphone. He knew his days were numbered. His proud papa smile faded. This kid could not be allowed to grow up, or the prophecy of Ouranos would come true.

Kronos had to act fast. He had to get rid of Hestia immediately and irreversibly. He opened his mouth—super, super wide, wider than he even realized he could.

His lower jaw was hinged like on one of those massive snakes that can eat a cow. He stuffed Hestia in his mouth and swallowed her whole. Just like: She was gone. As you can imagine, Rhea completely freaked. She screamed some more. She would have launched herself at Kronos and pummeled him with her fists, or ordered her lions to attack, but she was afraid of hurting the baby that was now stuck inside him.

She was trouble, I could tell! She stormed off in a rage. I mean, your husband eats your firstborn child like a slider hamburger….

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First, Kronos had swallowed the baby Hestia whole. Hestia, like her parents, was technically immortal. Gross in there? A little claustrophobic? You bet. But fatal? I can find a way to get her back.

Rhea was a gentle goddess. Even if she tried to fight, most of the strongest Titans, like Hyperion and that big goon Atlas, would back Kronos up. If the kid is immortal, why is Rhea worried about hurting her? Who cut off Medusa's head? Who was raised by a she-bear? Who tamed Pegasus? It takes a demigod to know, and Percy Jackson can fill you in on the all the daring deeds of Perseus, Atalanta, Bellerophon, and the rest of the major Greek heroes.

Told in the funny, irreverent style readers have come to expect from Percy, I've had some bad experiences in my time, but the heroes I'm going to tell you about were the original old school hard luck cases. They boldly screwed up where no one had screwed up before.

So get your flaming spear. Put on your lion skin cape. Polish your shield and make sure you've got arrows in your quiver. We're going back about four thousand years to decapitate monsters, save some kingdoms, shoot a few gods in the butt, raid the Underworld, and steal loot from evil people. Then, for dessert, we'll die painful tragic deaths.

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