The Missing Bolt

The gods will tell you their history is unbroken. That their thrones have always stood, their crowns have always shone, and their power is beyond challenge.

They lie.

I know, because I've fought them - all of them - and I've lived to tell about it. I didn't stand alone. I had my fortress, my elemental army, and the blood of three Primordials in my veins: the Sky, the Darkness, and the Sea. I broke their first assault and made them remember that Olympus isn't the only power worth fearing.

Now, the King of the Gods claims his Master Bolt has been stolen. The Lord of the Dead's Helm of Darkness is missing too. Two weapons that could shatter their rule forever - both gone without a trace. And of course, they think I took them.

They've "asked" me to bring them back. But this isn't their quest anymore. This is a war.

Because I know who has the Helm.
I know who has the Bolt.
And I'm not returning them until I decide who deserves to hold the power of gods... or if anyone does.

My name is Perseus Jackson.
I'm not a hero. I'm not their pawn.
I am the storm they couldn't kill.