The Titan's Curse

weak-minded, easily bought, and violent,” the General said. “I love them.”
    A minute later, the guard hustled into the room with his hands full of large pointy teeth.
    “Excellent,” the General said. He climbed onto the balcony railing and jumped down, twenty feet.
    Where he landed, the marble floor cracked under his leather shoes. He stood, wincing, and rubbed his shoulders. “Curse my stiff neck.”
    “Another hot pad, sir?” a guard asked. “More Tylenol?”
    “No! It will pass.” The General brushed off his silk suit, then snatched up the teeth. “I shall do this myself.”
    He held up one of the teeth and smiled. “Dinosaur teeth—ha! Those foolish mortals don’t even know when they have dragon teeth in their possession. And not just any dragon teeth. These come from the ancient Sybaris herself! They shall do nicely.”
    He planted them in the dirt, twelve in all. Then he scooped up the watering can. He sprinkled the soil with red liquid, tossed the can away, and held his arms out wide. “Rise!”
    The dirt trembled. A single, skeletal hand shot out of the ground, grasping at the air.
    The General looked up at the balcony. “Quickly, do you have the scent?”
    “Yesssss, lord,” one of the snake ladies said. She took out a sash of silvery fabric, like the kind the Hunters wore.
    “Excellent,” the General said. “Once my warriors catch its scent, they will pursue its owner relentlessly. Nothing can stop them, no weapons known to half-blood or Hunter. They will tear the Hunters and their allies to shreds. Toss it here!”
    As he said that, skeletons erupted from the ground. There were twelve of them, one for each tooth the General had planted. They were nothing like Halloween skeletons, or the kind you might see in cheesy movies. These were growing flesh as I watched, turning into men, but men with dull gray skin, yellow eyes, and modern clothes—gray muscle shirts, camo pants, and combat boots. If you didn’t look too closely, you could almost believe they were human, but their flesh was transparent and their bones shimmered underneath, like X-ray images.
    One of them looked straight at me, regarding me coldly, and I knew that no cap of invisibility would fool it.
    The snake lady released the scarf and it fluttered down toward the General’s hand. As soon as he gave it to the warriors, they would hunt Zoë and the other hunters until they were extinct.
    I didn’t have time to think. I ran and jumped with all my might, plowing into the warriors and snatching the scarf out of the air.
    “What’s this?” bellowed the General.
    I landed at the feet of a skeleton warrior, who hissed.
    “An intruder,” the General growled. “One cloaked in darkness. Seal the doors!”
    “It’s Percy Jackson!” Luke yelled. “It has to be.”
    I sprinted for the exit, but heard a ripping sound and realized the skeleton warrior had taken a chunk out of my sleeve. When I glanced back, he was holding the fabric up to his nose, sniffing the scent, handing it around to his friends. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. I squeezed through the door just as the guards slammed it shut behind me.
    And then I ran.

TEN

I BREAK A FEW ROCKET SHIPS
    I tore across the Mall, not daring to look behind me. I burst into the Air and Space Museum and took off my invisibility cap once I was through the admissions area.
    The main part of the museum was one huge room with rockets and airplanes hanging from the ceiling. Three levels of balconies curled around, so you could look at the exhibits from all different heights. The place wasn’t crowded, just a few families and a couple of tour groups of kids, probably doing one of those holiday school trips. I wanted to yell at them all to leave, but I figured that would only get me arrested. I had to find Thalia and Grover and the Hunters. Any minute, the skeleton dudes were going to invade the museum, and I didn’t think they would settle for an audio tour.
    I ran into Thalia—literally. I was barreling up the ramp to the top-floor balcony and slammed into her, knocking her into an Apollo space capsule.
    Grover yelped in surprise.
    Before I could regain my balance, Zoë and Bianca had arrows notched, aimed at my chest. Their bows had just appeared out of nowhere.
    When Zoë realized who I was, she didn’t seem anxious to lower her bow. “You! How dare you show thy face here?”
    “Percy!” Grover said. “Thank goodness.”
    Zoë glared at him, and he blushed. “I