Heroes in Training Olympian Collection Books 1-12: Zeus and the Thunderbolt of Doom; Poseidon and the Sea of Fury; Hades and the Helm of Darkness; ... the Birds; Ares and the Spear of Fear; etc.
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Come along for legendary action with the first twelve books in the Heroes in Training series, now available in a collectible boxed set!
The terrible Titans are merciless giants who rule the earth and are led by Cronus, the biggest, baddest Titan of them all. Cronus and his cronies have put the world into chaos—but the Titans’ rule is about to be challenged by a group of young Olympians, led by ten-year-old Zeus, as they discover their powers and try to claim their rightful place as rulers in various realms of the universe.
This boxed set includes Zeus and the Thunderbolt of Doom, Poseidon and the Sea of Fury, Hades and the Helm of Darkness, Hyperion and the Great Balls of Fire, Typhon and the Winds of Destruction, Apollo and the Battle of the Birds, Ares and the Spear of Fear, Cronus and the Threads of Dread, Crius and the Night of Fright, Hephaestus and the Island of Terror, Uranus and the Bubbles of Trouble, and Perseus and the Monstrous Medusa.
swallowed it in one divine gulp—either from above or below. All that remained was this mud and desolation. And one other thing. In the center of the former lake, in the deepest part of the bed, was a mud-covered bulky shape, vaguely resembling a structure. At first, no one paid any attention to it, so shocked and terrified they had been by the disappearance of the lake. The residents of the qalifate congregated along its shores, bewailing the loss of water to the skies—never mind that it had
Qalif of this realm!” Her words held such furious power that once again everyone froze. Her father, blood pouring from his lips, stared in disbelief at his daughter’s betrayal. “Not you . . . Lealla,” he whispered. “No, not you.” He slumped, released from Khoiram’s hold, and sank on his knees in the mud. “All this time, father, you wasted your love on the wrong child,” Lealla hissed. “If you’d only loved your son and not your daughter, you would still be alive now. But you disdained him, since
rumbling in deep echoes that sent shudders and raised hair along the skin of everyone in the crowd. One must now come forth and be punished, or you will all be. A pause and then there were cries among the multitude. “The Hidden God speaks!” The young Qali who stood before his father’s slain body went still. His sister turned to stare at the gaping entrance, while the Qali’s and the late Qalif’s mingled bodyguards still had not reacted, restrained with indecision and split loyalties. But Lealla
haggard, with crow’s feet crinkling the edges. Occasionally I longed for the caress of a woman’s hand to ease the wrinkled brow, and it wasn’t as if I couldn’t have had my choice of such wenches. But I trusted none of them. A lifetime of being betrayed by females will do that to one, and so the fires of a young man’s passion had long ago dimmed. My advisors kept me advised. My courtiers kept me courted. And so passed each day, one much like the next. My sole counselor expressed concern over the
Schlepper.” I leaned back in my chair and sighed heavily. “I’m not really in the market for a queen. For one thing, I have this problem with women . . .” “You’re not attracted to them?” he asked with an air of surprise. “No, I’m attracted. But the women I meet, sooner or later, they want to kill me.” “Yes, well . . . a lot of men share that desire.” “True, but they don’t share my bed. You see the problem.” Schlepper nodded, scratching thoughtfully at his chin. Some skin fell off, leaving