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The Kane Chronicles, Book One: The Red Pyramid. The Heroes of Olympus, Book One: The Lost Hero. WARNING. This is a transcript of an audio recording. Rick Riordan - The Kane Chronicles 2 - The Throne of Fire · Read more · The Kane Chronicles, The, Book Two: Throne of Fire. Read more. The Throne of Fire (Kane Chronicles #2) Ever since the gods of Ancient Egypt were unleashed in the modern world, Carter Kane and his sister Sadie have been.

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Vlad Menshikov is already there waiting for the Apophis to rise. They have a great battle and when all hope is lost, the Apophis goes to Ra. Ra then says "Want a cookie? A weasel cookie. Back to Brooklyn October 28, After completing the river course, they went to the Brooklyn House. A battle was raging there. As soon as the Sun Boat arrived at the House, everyone stopped even the enemies. They all dropped their weapons. Sadie and Carter told everyone what happened. They find out that zebra was Zia and weasels was Walt.

Download Printable PDF. A golden hieroglyph blazed, and the last padlock popped open. The statue is huge. I shook my head.

She was right, of course. The one that might hold the key to saving the planet? Good luck! I knew this because Horus had shared space in my head a few months ago. I still had some of his antisocial habits—like the occasional urge to hunt small furry rodents or challenge people to the death. Maybe create a diversion. Unless you have another idea? In fact, it usually made things more complicated.

Our own dad had used his Ph. Plus, the Brooklyn Museum has the largest collection of Egyptian magic scrolls in the world. Whatever the case, the doors and windows had some pretty nasty curses on them. Or maybe the dome was trapped, and it was just too well hidden for us to see. Either way, we had to try. We only had tonight to steal —sorry, borrow—the artifact.

Then we had five days to figure out how to use it. I just love deadlines. Open the dome when you see us coming up, yeah? The back of my neck tingled. I had a feeling this heist was not going to be lovely. Jaz and Walt had done their work perfectly. As Sadie and I landed next to them, they seemed to be in the middle of a serious conversation. That surprised me, but it surprised Sadie even more. She made a squeaking sound like a mouse getting stepped on. I was there.

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Jaz was a cheerleader from Nashville. She had a talent for healing magic, too, so she was a great person to bring along in case something went wrong, which happened with Sadie and me about ninety-nine percent of the time. Walt looked embarrassed. He was…well, how do I describe Walt? Wait your turn. His skin was coffee-bean brown, a little darker than mine, and his hair was buzz cut so that it looked like a shadow on his scalp.

Despite the cold, he was dressed in a black sleeveless tee and workout shorts—not standard magician clothes—but nobody argued with Walt. Walt cleared his throat. The Book of Ra. No magic explosions. No alarms. I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the Egyptian wing, wondering if maybe we had a shot at pulling this off, after all.

The Egyptian artifacts brought back all kinds of memories. That was before I knew he was a magician—before he unleashed a bunch of gods, and our lives got complicated. We walked by a sarcophagus, and I remembered how the evil god Set had imprisoned our father in a golden coffin at the British Museum.

Right now, somewhere in the magic realm of the Duat, our dad was the king of the underworld. Then there were the shabti, magical figurines that were supposed to come to life when summoned. Falling in love for the first time had been hard enough. We made our way through the first room, passing under a big Egyptian-style zodiac mural on the ceiling.

I could hear the celebration going on in the grand ballroom down the hallway to our right. Music and laughter echoed through the building. In the second Egyptian room, we stopped in front of a stone frieze the size of a garage door.

Chiseled into the rock was a picture of a monster trampling some humans. I nodded. The frieze had once been painted. Its beady eyes seemed to follow me. But I doubt that made anyone feel better. Egyptian magic was all about turning words and pictures into reality.

The god stood about eight feet tall. He was carved from black stone and dressed in typical Egyptian style: bare-chested, with a kilt and sandals. He had the face of a ram and horns that had partially broken off over the centuries. On his head was a Frisbee-shaped crown—a sun disk, braided with serpents.

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In front of him stood a much smaller human figure. Sadie squinted at the hieroglyphic inscription. Rhymes with ka-boom? Horus told me it holds the secret to finding the Book of Ra. I scanned the hieroglyphs, hoping for a clue.

Sadie and I were supposed to be the teachers, but Jaz often remembered more details than I did. Could be the moose god. Did I mention that? He was Khepri the scarab god in the morning; Ra during the day; and Khnum, the ramheaded god, at sunset, when he went into the underworld. Walt gave her a grudging smile, but he still looked preoccupied, like something was bothering him. That kind of thing can distract you from your training.

The little dude was smiling, like being fashioned out of clay was awesome fun. A scarab.

And this statue shows Khnum creating a new life. Sadie never listens to me. As soon as she plucked the scroll from the statue, the entire room rumbled. Cracks appeared in the glass display cases. Sadie yelped as the scroll in her hand burst into flames. The fire touched the windows and white hieroglyphs ignited on the glass, probably triggering a ton of protective wards and curses.

Then the ghost fire rippled across the big frieze at the entrance of the room. The stone slab shook violently. Walt slipped his staff off his back.

Sadie waved the flaming scroll as if it were stuck to her hand. This is so not my fault! But that was when we were fully merged with the gods —Horus for me, Isis for Sadie. Until we had better control of our own abilities, embodying Egyptian gods could make us go crazy or literally burn us up. Now all we had was our own limited magic. That made it harder to do important stuff—like survive when a monster came to life and wanted to kill us.

The griffin stepped into full view. It was twice the size of a regular lion, its reddish-gold fur coated with limestone dust. Its tail was studded with spiky feathers that looked as hard and sharp as daggers. With a single flick, it pulverized the stone slab it had come from.

Its bristly wings were now straight up on its back.

The griffin fixed its hungry eyes on Sadie. White flames still engulfed her hand and the scroll, and the griffin seemed to take that as some kind of challenge. The scroll seemed to have triggered every reservoir of Egyptian magic in the room, and I was pretty sure that was bad. Walt and Jaz stood frozen in shock. This was their first real monster. The griffin took a step toward my sister. I stood shoulder to shoulder with her and did the one magic trick I still had down. I reached into the Duat and pulled my sword out of thin air—an Egyptian khopesh with a wickedly sharp, hook-shaped blade.

Sadie looked pretty silly with her hand and scroll on fire, like an overenthusiastic Statue of Liberty, but with her free hand she managed to summon her main offensive weapon—a five-foot-long staff carved with hieroglyphs.

Thanks for that. See if you can open them. The griffin lunged, its wings buzzing like chain saws. Sadie threw her staff, and it morphed into a tiger in midair, slamming into the griffin with its claws unsheathed.

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The griffin was not impressed. It knocked the tiger aside, then lashed out with unnatural speed, opening its beak impossibly wide. The griffin gulped and burped, and the tiger was gone. The griffin turned its eyes on me. I gripped my sword tight. The blade began to glow. Having a personal war god makes it easier to do stupidly brave things.

Walt, stop! Walt opened the window, and a wave of white fire roared over him, knocking him to the floor. Jaz ran to his side. The griffin immediately lost interest in me. Like any good predator, it focused on the moving target —Jaz—and lunged at her. I charged after it. But instead of snapping up our friends, the griffin soared straight over Walt and Jaz and slammed into the window.

Jaz pulled Walt out of the way while the griffin went crazy, thrashing and biting at the white flames. It was trying to attack the fire. The griffin snapped at the air.

It spun, knocking over a display case of shabti. Its tail smashed a sarcophagus to pieces. It turned toward me, cawing in irritation.

A curtain of white fire raced away and burned in the corner of the room, almost like it was regrouping. Then I noticed other fires coming together, forming burning shapes that were vaguely human. One looked right at me, and I sensed an unmistakable aura of malice. Her eyes were still fixed on the griffin as she pulled a length of magic twine from her pocket.

Walt was flat on his back, shivering. His eyes were glowing white, as if the fire had gotten inside him. Jaz knelt over him, muttering a healing spell. The fiery shapes were getting brighter, more solid. I counted seven blazing figures, slowly forming legs and arms. Seven figures…Jaz had said something about the symbols of Sekhmet. Dread settled over me as I realized what kind of curse was really protecting the museum. Sadie threw her twine. The magic twine whipped through the air, elongating into a rope as it raced toward the griffin.

The griffin squawked indignantly and leaped after the fiery shapes. The fire creatures scattered, and a game of total annihilation tag was on. The griffin buzzed around the room, its wings humming. Display cases shattered.

Mortal alarms blared. I yelled at the griffin to stop, but this time it did no good. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jaz collapse, maybe from the strain of her healing spell. I chased the griffin. I probably looked like a total fool in my black pajamas with my glowing sword, tripping over broken artifacts and screaming orders at a giant hummingbird-cat.

Their mouths fell open. A lady in a peachcolored dress screamed. The seven white fire creatures shot straight through the wedding guests, who instantly collapsed. The fires kept going, whipping around the corner toward the ballroom. The griffin flew after them. I glanced back at Sadie, who was kneeling over Jaz and Walt.

I think I can control the griffin. Help me get Jaz and Walt out of here! This might be our only chance to get our friends out alive. I muttered an Egyptian curse—the cussing kind, not the magic kind—and ran to join the wedding party.

The main ballroom was in chaos. Guests were running everywhere, screaming and knocking over tables. A guy in a tuxedo had fallen into the wedding cake and was crawling around with a plastic bride-and-groom decoration stuck to his rear. A musician was trying to run away with a snare drum on his foot. The white fires had solidified enough so that I could make out their forms—somewhere between canine and human, with elongated arms and crooked legs.

They glowed like superheated gas as they raced through the ballroom, circling the pillars that surrounded the dance floor. One passed straight through a bridesmaid. I felt like curling into a ball myself. The griffin snapped up one of the fire creatures in a single gulp and kept flying. Too late, I realized my mistake. Wedding guests began clearing the ballroom. Most ran for the elevators, but dozens were unconscious or shaking in fits, their eyes glowing white. Others were stuck under piles of debris.

Alarms were blaring, and the white fires—six of them now—were still completely out of control. I ran toward the griffin, which was rolling around, trying in vain to bite at the rope. I took a deep breath.

I was mostly a combat magician. The buzzing of its wings slowed. Chaos and screaming still filled the ballroom, but I tried to stay calm as I approached the monster. It ruffled its neck feathers and squawked in complaint, squirming under the rope that was slowly wrapping around its body.

Just hang on. Sadie was still doing her Statue of Liberty impression, holding the flaming scroll in one hand. They dodged a fiery spirit and a few crazy wedding guests and somehow made it across the ballroom.

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Walt stared the griffin. I think it recognized my connection to him. She glanced up at the glass dome, forty feet above, where the tiny figure of Khufu was waving at us frantically. I can stop them. The bau were getting larger and brighter. More wedding guests were falling as the spirits whipped around the room unchallenged. Jaz had never tried such a large spell. She was already weak from healing Walt. But she was trained for this. It might seem strange that healers studied the path of Sekhmet, but since Sekhmet was the goddess of destruction, plagues, and famine, it made sense that healers would learn how to control her forces—including bau.

There was a decent chance it would get excited and gobble us up rather than the spirits. Outside, police sirens were getting louder. We were running out of time. Jaz ran to the center of the ballroom and touched her wand to the floor, drawing a circle of protection around her feet.

From her bag she produced a small statue of Sekhmet, her patron goddess, and held it aloft. She began to chant. Red light glowed around her. Tendrils of energy spread out from the circle, filling the room like the branches of a tree. The tendrils began to swirl, slowly at first, then picking up speed until the magic current tugged at the bau, forcing them to fly in the same direction, drawing them toward the center.

The spirits howled, trying to fight the spell. Jaz staggered, but she kept chanting, her face beaded with sweat.

The sirens sounded like they were right outside the building now. Down the hall near the elevators, someone was shouting into a megaphone, ordering the last wave of wedding guests to exit the building—like they needed encouragement. The police had arrived, and if we got arrested, this situation was going to be difficult to explain.

Walt, you still got your boat amulet? I spoke a charm and was suddenly holding a rope about twenty feet long. I made a loose slipknot in the middle, like a huge necktie, and carefully approached the griffin. Then something went wrong. Time slowed down. The screams and sirens faded to a distant roar. I turned and found myself face-to-face with a bau. It hovered in the air a few inches away, its fiery white features almost coming into focus.

Chaos is too powerful, boy, it said. The world spins beyond your control. Give up your quest! She sleeps in the Place of Red Sand, but she will die there if you follow your pointless quest. I felt like a tarantula was crawling down my back. Time sped up again.

Only Ra, the absentee sun god, has the power to stop him. But first Ra must be woken by the teenage Kane siblings, Sadie and Carter, and their new trainees in magic, Jaz and Walt. They begin a globe-trotting quest to find the three scrolls of the Book of Ra, which contain the spells needed to wake him from his sleep. The first scroll is hidden inside a statue in the Brooklyn Museum. The foursome sneaks past mortal alarm systems, magical wards and a late-night wedding to retrieve the scroll.

Their cover is blown when the scroll bursts into flames, a griffin escapes from a frieze and evil spirits attack the wedding guests. Jaz imprisons the spirits in the Duat a supernatural world that exists beneath the physical world but uses too much magic and slips into a coma.

One of the spirits tells Carter that his friend Zia will die if he continues the quest. Zia is a magician from the House of Life, which is an ancient society that dates to the time of the pharaohs. The griffin is friendly and pulls the four friends onto a flying boat to reach Brooklyn House, an invisible mansion on the top of a factory.

More trainees wait for them there. That night as she sleeps, Sadie's ba soul leaves her body and travels through the Duat to the Hall of Ages, the House of Life's headquarters located under the Cairo Airport.

Desjardins appears reluctant, as though he is under a spell. When Menshikov takes off his sunglasses, Sadie sees that his eyes are horribly scarred. She wakes up her ba reunited with her body to find her Uncle Amos sitting at the foot of her bed. He is fully recovered from being possessed by Set, the god of chaos and desert storms in the adventures that occurred in The Red Pyramid, the first book in the series.

Carter's ba meets with the god Horus, who warns him that the gods might attack him if he tries to wake Ra. With only four days until the equinox, Bast, the cat goddess, goes to check that Apophis' prison is still secure. It's Sadie's birthday, however, and she decides to go to London to visit her friends Liz and Emma.

Her timing is unfortunate, as her grandparents have been possessed by the baboon god and the vulture goddess, respectively. They chase the three girls through London. Hoping for assistance, Sadie stops for a brief rendezvous with Anubis, the jackal-headed god, in a medieval graveyard. He gives her a ceremonial knife and tells her that Menshikov keeps the second scroll in the top drawer of his desk in St.

Petersburg, Russia. However, Anubis is unable to manifest outside places of death and can't help them escape. Rescue finally comes in the unlikely form of Bes, a limousine-driving dwarf god.

Bes is so ugly that he makes gods and monsters explode by dressing in a blue Speedo, making a face and shouting, "Boo! When Walt suddenly enters the room, Carter scries Sadie instead.

The oil in the bowl catches fire, and Carter realizes Sadie's trip to London has gone horribly wrong. Carter and Walt open a portal to London but arrive after Sadie has been rescued by Bes. Walt returns to Brooklyn House under mysterious circumstances. Carter and Sadie leave Bes outside and enter the museum.

They find the desk in the same room as Menshikov, who is summoning Set and trapping him in a large green vase. Sadie and Carter steal the scroll and are about to leave when Set informs Menshikov of their presence. Menshikov unleashes a four-legged, two-headed, poisonous snake that mortally wounds Carter before Sadie blasts it to dust. Sadie and Carter are no match for Menshikov's magic, so as a last-ditch effort, the Kanes release Set from the vase.

Set buries Menshikov in red sand and drops a pot on his head, buying Carter and Sadie time.

He also tells Sadie the location of the third scroll and the name of Zia's home village. In exchange, Sadie releases the control she had over him when she learned his secret name in The Red Pyramid. Sadie heals Carter using his secret name and a wax figurine that Jaz gave her before becoming comatose.

Carter decides to find Zia; he and Sadie separate. Sadie and Walt ride a pair of magical camels across the desert in search of the third scroll.

While attempting to open a secret entrance to a famous archaeological dig site, they accidentally remove the entire roof of a subterranean chamber that houses thousands of angry Roman mummies.

Because they were improperly mummified, the mummies' bas cannot move into the afterlife but remain tethered to their bodies. Sadie and Walt find the third scroll in the oldest section of the catacombs, but when the mummies learn that Sadie and Carter have Anubis' knife — which has the power to release their bas into the afterlife — they attack.

An army of rats eats the mummies before they have a chance to do any serious damage. Sadie learns that Walt suffers from a hereditary curse and is dying.Amos, of all people, knew what it was like to need to get away.

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Help me get Jaz and Walt out of here! The trainees glanced at one another. He was acting so secretive, always looking so guilty and talking to Jaz.

At breakfast, you said Apophis would escape from his prison on the equinox. These might be quotes spoken by characters or might be from the narration, and page numbers should be included with the quotes.