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Page 1 of The Crown of Ptolemy (Percy Jackson & Kane Chronicles Crossover 3)

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'CARTER!' I SHOUTED.

Nothing happened.

Next to me, pressed against the wall of the old fort, Annabeth peered into the rain, waiting for magical teenagers to fall out of the sky.

'Are you doing it right?' she asked me.

'Gee¸ I dunno. I'm pretty sure his name is pronounced Carter.'

'Try tapping the hieroglyph multiple times.'

'That's stupid.'

'Just try it.'

I stared at my hand. There wasn't even a trace of the hieroglyph that Carter Kane had drawn on my palm almost two months back. He'd assured me that the magic couldn't be washed away, but, with my luck, I'd accidentally wiped it off on my jeans or something.

I tapped my palm. 'Carter. Hello, Carter. Percy to Carter. Paging Carter Kane. Testing, one, two, three. Is this thing on?'

Still nothing.

Usually I wouldn't panic if the cavalry failed to show. Annabeth and I had been in a lot of bad situations without any backup. But usually we weren't stranded on Governors Island in the middle of a hurricane, surrounded by fire-breathing death snakes.

(Actually, I have been surrounded by fire-breathing death snakes before, but not ones with wings. Everything is worse when it has wings.)

'All right.' Annabeth wiped the rain out of her eyes, which didn't help, since it was pouring buckets. 'Sadie's not answering her phone. Carter's hieroglyph isn't working. I guess we have to do this ourselves.'

'Sure,' I said. 'But what do we do?'

I peeked around the corner. At the far end of an arched entryway, a grass courtyard stretched about a hundred yards square, surrounded by redbrick buildings. Annabeth had told me this place was a fort or something from the Revolutionary War, but I hadn't listened to the details. Our main problem was the guy standing in the middle of the lawn doing a magic ritual.

He looked like a runty Elvis Presley, strutting back and forth in skinny black jeans, a powder-blue dress shirt and a black leather jacket. His greasy pompadour hairdo seemed impervious to the rain and the wind.

In his hands he held an old scroll, like a treasure map. As he paced, he read aloud from it, occasionally throwing back his head and laughing. Basically the dude was in full-on crazy mode.

If that wasn't creepy enough, flying around him were half a dozen winged serpents, blowing flames in the rain.

Overhead, lightning flashed. Thunder shook my molars.