sword, Magnus. Use it!' I got the uncomfortable impression my big burly uncle was hiding behind me. The dark man chuckled. 'Professor Chase I admire your. 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. Magnus Chase has always been a different kid. Since his mother's mysterious death, he's lived alone on the streets of Boston, surviving only.
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A daughter of Loki , she emigrated from Iraq with her family and is descended from a medieval Arab traveler and historian who wrote an important account about living among the Vikings. She is a practicing Muslim , a shapeshifter and carries an axe and a green hijab , which doubles as a camouflage cloak. She is engaged to her second cousin, Amir Fadlan, who works in a falafel shop.
He is an alf elf. He is deaf-mute , but speaks Alf Sign Language and can read lips. He had an abusive childhood, with parents who disliked him because of his disabilities. In exchange for working for Mimir , he received the ability to work rune magic. He is the son of Freya. He and Hearth watched over Magnus while he was living in the streets. Blitz's father was killed by Fenris when he was a child, after an attempt to replace the Fenris Wolf's bindings.
Blitz is unskilled at crafting unusual for dwarves but is a master fashion advisor. He, like Hearth, once worked for Mimir. Sam brought X to Valhalla when he died dismantling a dog-fighting ring. He is called X because his real name is difficult to pronounce. Magnus retrieved it from Boston Harbor, won its allegiance, and nicknamed it Jack. He can take the form of a pendant and move on his own.
Nine days hence the sun must go east, Ere Sword of Summer unbinds the beast. The second line refers to how Magnus manages to leave Valhalla despite claims that the hotel is impossible to escape. The final two lines describe how Sumarbrander was fated to free Fenris as it did before rebinding him , and how the one day of the year where Fenris' island can be reached by a mortal was exactly nine days from the date the prophecy was given.
He also stated that his plans for the setting were unrelated to his recent move to the city, although living in Boston made researching for the series less difficult.
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Cold Springs. Mission Road. 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.