The Heir of Chaos

The Heir of Chaos

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Luke Castellan was known as a hero after his heroic death against Kronos. His story was told from generation to generation at Camp Half-Blood, whispers of admiration spreading quickly. His death affected many--his friends, siblings, and people he called family. But what happens when he makes the same mistake twice? Percy felt alone. Sure, he had friends and his mom and Paul, but he felt lonely. The nightmares wouldn't stop, flashbacks of his childhood, memories he thought he'd long buried. When an enemy offers him a deal, a way to start over and leave, will he take it? Will he leave everything he knew behind him to save the world again? Or will he finally put his foot down and demand that they choose someone else for the job?
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[ sequel to No Crown Left To Wear ] Percy Jackson thought the war was over. The Giants and Gaia had fallen. The Doors of Death were sealed. Luke Castellan was gone, and that had been nearly a year ago. But grief is a wound that doesn't close, and some doors never stay locked. When Luke returns from the darkness, bleeding and breathless, Percy should hate him. He should turn him in to the gods and let Olympus decide his fate. Instead, Percy hides him. Because no matter how many battles Percy has fought, this is the one he never won: the boy he loved and lost standing in front of him again. But Luke didn't come back alone. Whispers of Primordials rise from the edges of the world. Monsters older than the gods walk the earth. And in Luke's chest, something still ticks-something golden, hungry, and waiting. The war isn't over. And this time, it's not just Olympus that could burn.

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