Percy Jackson Author Novels & Stories

I hope as you close this book, you won't just remember this in its title… but also how that story came to be. A last afterthought. I write out of inspiration, sometimes with fleeting passion and ambition. And as I looked at my drafts, looking at the stream of pages, I realized that Eliza LaRue is a cross between two of my favorite characters from the Percy Jackson series, Eliza Wharton and Clarisse LaRue, respectively. What a naughty thing my subconscious was, to do so. And still get away with it.

I saw Jules Verne's books, The Hobbit and Lord of Rings series, Hunger Games trilogy, and a lot of books that had managed to catch my attention but I had all of them at home. That's when my eyes caught Percy Jackson. I had two among the series and I had three remaining, so without any doubt, I picked them off the shelf gracefully. Out of all the numerous books in this category, I chose those books. Of course, I like them but I had not thought much about completing them, it was intriguing but I just did. It was as if I was under an Imperius curse or something. Whatever! Right when I turned I came face to face with Karthik, who had an eyebrow raised going under his chocolate bangs. I distanced

The Thing POV I'm back in Victor's room, sitting at the table with the tablet in front of me. This Percy Jackson book is really interesting. I know it's fantasy. After all, although the Gods exist, they're not as described in the book. Humans are very creative, besides, focusing on the story helps me forget where I am and now it's my favorite place, inside a book. Instinctively I feel Soren approaching, by his smell and he sits down next to me, I know he's watching me read, it seems to be his favorite thing. His expression of adoration seems sincere.

I watch as Alexander and Odysseus walk toward the centaur camp, leaving the meager cover we’d found behind a cluster of boulders. I’m still bitter that Rick Riordan’s party-obsessed, fun-loving centaurs aren’t real. Granted, the guy’s human and probably never met an actual centaur—but still. I loved Percy Jackson as a kid. I just wanted some of it to be true.

There is something about these stories that make her fall in love a hundred or maybe even a thousand times. Ever since Vida was a little girl, her grandfather would always give her books for Christmas and her birthdays. It started out with picture books until she could read and then she was a goner. Out of all the books she has read, it was Percy Jackson who really left a mark on her heart. “I think, I’ve read it for about four times,” Vida replied. “Shut up. Don’t fool me, you’ve read this more than four times.” Tessa said as she handed her the book back to Vida. She looked at her friend to gauge her reaction. “They’re not even real, Sades.”