Young Dumb & Broke

Five years have passed since the war against Gaea. Four years since Percy Jackson turned his back on New York and the pine trees of Half-Blood Hill.

After Tartarus, he was consumed by a darkness that no water in the world could ever wash away-an irreparable rift that cost him his future and the love of Annabeth Chase. Since then, he has survived on the asphalt, in cheap motels, and on dirty, low-paying jobs: minor gods in need of favors, and him doing the only thing he still knows how to do damn well. Kill.

After 1,461 days on the road, 35,064 hours running from everything, even himself, and 2,103,840 minutes trapped in a relentless loop of killing, eating, sleeping, hopping on his bike, and hitting the highway, Percy finds himself frequently returning to a roadside dive bar with bad beer and greasy food.

He doesn't know the girl's name, doesn't know where she comes from, or even if she wants him around. The only thing he knows is what her leather cord with five clay beads can tell: she was there during the very same summers he was on the road.