You'll Never Hurt Anyone Again

You'll Never Hurt Anyone Again

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I told you years ago that you better hope you're not one of us. I told you to run, to leave, to forget you ever picked up the godforsaken book. If you're here, you ignored me. Either that or you're plain stupid. Maybe both. Well, now you get to hear the end. Lucky you. My name is Helen Jackson. Full name Helena. I used to hate that, but Helen died a long time ago. I'm known by a lot of different names. You're here though, which means you've survived. It also means you're stubborn, which I respect. You can call me Helena. The gods struck me down from Olympus, for reasons you'll find out later. Banished me to Antarctica. In this book, you'll find out how I hopefully will tear them down, and build a better world. Because if it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure they never hurt anyone again.
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The gods thought they could contain him. They built walls of frost, sent armies of light, flooded the tides and poisoned the air - but the crown still burned on his brow. They took his name from their songs and his face from their marble, yet his shadow stretched across every field they claimed. And when they bound a daughter of Zeus into living wood, they believed she would never walk again. They were wrong. Now the fortress holds two storms instead of one, and Olympus feels the ground shifting under its own feet. The lightning bolt they once feared to lose is no longer the only weapon beyond their reach. The Helm they sought to reclaim sits in a vault they cannot breach. And in the court of black stone, the pine hums with the memory of a girl returned to flesh and fury. The siege tightens. The hourglass runs dry. Champions are sent not to win a war, but to end it before it grows. And as the first hunter steps from the shadows, Percy Jackson knows the truth: there's no going back to quests and half-truths and camps in the woods. This is no quest. This is rebellion. And in rebellion, you don't ask the gods for permission. You take what they've hidden, you break what they've built, and you make them fear the very world they claim to rule.

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