Download Download The Sword of Summer (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard) | PDF books PDF Online Download Here. LESSON LEARNED: if you take a Valkyrie out for coffee, you'll get stuck with the cheque and a dead body. I hadn't seen Samirah al-Abbas in almost six weeks. Magnus Chase. Rick Riordan. Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard. The Sword of Summer. File Size: kb. File Type: pdf. Download File. The Hammer of.
|Language:||English, Spanish, German|
|Genre:||Health & Fitness|
|ePub File Size:||18.78 MB|
|PDF File Size:||9.39 MB|
|Distribution:||Free* [*Sign up for free]|
like the children of Thor? At least their dad had a movie franchise. Frey didn't even have his own cats. He had to borrow his sister's. And the Sword of Summer . Magnus Chase and The Sword of Summer is the first in a thrilling brand-new series by Rick Riordan, the award-winning author of the Percy Jackson books. Tags: Sword of Summer pdf, Magnus Chase 1 pdf download, Magnus Chase pdf, Sword of Summer free download, Magnus Chase Sword of.
You guys are going to read about how I died in agony, and youre going be like, Wow! That sounds cool, Magnus! Can I die in agony too? Just no. Dont go jumping off any rooftops. Dont run into the highway or set yourself on fire.
My sleeping bag was warm, and I really didnt want to get out of it. Whos after me? Not sure. Blitz rubbed his nose, which had been broken so many times it zigzagged like a lightning bolt. Theyre handing out flyers with your name and picture. I cursed.
Random police and park rangers I could deal with. Truant officers, community service volunteers, drunken college kids, addicts looking to roll somebody small and weak all those wouldve been as easy to wake up to as pancakes and orange juice.
That meant they were targeting me specifically. Maybe the folks at the shelter were mad at me for breaking their stereo. Those Christmas carols had been driving me crazy.
Maybe a security camera caught that last bit of pickpocketing I did in the Theater District. Hey, I needed money for pizza. Or maybe, unlikely as it seemed, the police were still looking for me, wanting to ask questions about my moms murder I packed my stuff, which took about three seconds. The sleeping bag rolled up tight and fit in my backpack with my toothbrush and a change of socks and underwear. Except for the clothes on my back, thats all I owned. With the backpack over my shoulder and the hood of my jacket pulled low, I could blend in with pedestrian traffic pretty well.
Boston was full of college kids. Some of them were even more scraggly and younger-looking than me. I turned to Blitz. Whered you see these people with the flyers? Beacon Street. Theyre coming this way. Middle-aged white guy and a teenage girl, probably his daughter. I frowned. That makes no sense.
Who I dont know, kid, but I gotta go. Blitz squinted at the sunrise, which was turning the skyscraper windows orange. For reasons Id never quite understood, Blitz hated the daylight.
Maybe he was the worlds shortest, stoutest homeless vampire. You should go see Hearth. Hes hanging out in Copley Square. I tried not to feel irritated. The local street people jokingly called Hearth and Blitz my mom and dad because one or the other always seemed to be hovering around me.
Ill be fine. Blitz chewed his thumbnail. I dunno, kid. Not today. You gotta be extra careful. He glanced over my shoulder. Theyre coming. I didnt see anybody. When I turned back, Blitz was gone. I hated it when he did that.
Just Poof. The guy was like a ninja. A homeless vampire ninja. Now I had a choice: go to Copley Square and hang out with Hearth, or head toward Beacon Street and try to spot the people who were looking for me. Blitzs description of them made me curious. A middleaged white guy and a teenage girl searching for me at sunrise on a bitter-cold morning. Who were they? I crept along the edge of the pond. Almost nobody took the lower trail under the bridge.
I could hug the side of the hill and spot anyone approaching on the higher path without them seeing me. Snow coated the ground.
The sky was eye-achingly blue. The bare tree branches looked like theyd been dipped in glass. The wind cut through my layers of clothes, but I didnt mind the cold.
My mom used to joke that I was half polar bear. Dammit, Magnus, I chided myself. After two years, my memories of her were still a minefield. I stumbled over one, and instantly my composure was blown to bits. The man and the girl were coming this way. His baffled expression reminded me of a substitute teachers: I know I was hit by a spit wad, but I have no idea where it came from.
His dress shoes were totally wrong for a Boston winter. His socks were different shades of brown. His tie looked like it had been tied while he spun around in total darkness. The girl was definitely his daughter. Her hair was just as thick and wavy, though lighter blond.
She was dressed more sensibly in snow boots, jeans, and a parka, with an orange T-shirt peeking out at the neckline. Her expression was more determined, angry.
She gripped a sheaf of flyers like they were essays shed been graded on unfairly. If she was looking for me, I did not want to be found. She was scary. I didnt recognize her or her dad, but something tugged at the back of my skull Father and daughter stopped where the path forked.
They looked around as if just now realizing they were standing in the middle of a deserted park at no-thank-you oclock in the dead of winter. Unbelievable, said the girl.
I want to strangle him. Assuming she meant me, I hunkered down a little more. Her dad sighed. We should probably avoid killing him. He is your uncle.
But two years? Dad, how could he not tell us for two years? I cant explain Randolphs actions. I never could, Annabeth.
A scab was ripped off my brain, exposing raw memories from when I was six years old. Which meant the sandy-haired man was. Uncle Frederick? I flashed back to the last family Thanksgiving wed shared: Annabeth and me hiding in the library at Uncle Randolphs town house, playing with dominoes while the adults yelled at each other downstairs. Youre lucky you live with your momma. Annabeth stacked another domino on her miniature building. It was amazingly good, with columns in front like a temple.
Im going to run away. I had no doubt she meant it. I was in awe of her confidence. Then Uncle Frederick appeared in the doorway. His fists were clenched. His grim expression was at odds with the smiling reindeer on his sweater. Annabeth, were leaving. Annabeth looked at me. Her gray eyes were a little too fierce for a first graders. Be safe, Magnus. With a flick of her finger, she knocked over her domino temple. That was the last time Id seen her.
Afterward, my mom had been adamant: Were staying away from your uncles. Especially Randolph. I wont give him what he wants. She wouldnt explain what Randolph wanted, or what she and Frederick and Randolph had argued about. You have to trust me, Magnus. Being around them I trusted my mom. Even after her death, I hadnt had any contact with my relatives.
Randolph lived in town, but as far as I knew, Frederick and Annabeth still lived in Virginia. Yet here they were, passing out flyers with my name and photo on them.
Where had they even gotten a photo of me? My head buzzed so badly, I missed some of their conversation. He checked his smartphone. Randolph is at the city shelter in the South End.
He says no luck. We should try the youth shelter across the park. How do we even know Magnus is alive? You're the highest bidder on this item, but you're close to being outbid.
This auction is almost over and you're currently the high bidder.
You're the high bidder on this item, but the reserve price hasn't been met yet. You've been outbid by someone else. You can still win! Try bidding again. You've been outbid by someone else's max bid. Try raising your max bid.
You're the highest bidder! To increase your chances of winning, try raising your bid. You're the first bidder. Good Luck! You're still the highest bidder!