The Serpent's Shadow (Kane Chronicles Series #3)

The Serpent's Shadow (Kane Chronicles Series #3)

by Rick Riordan

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If you haven't yet read the Kane Chronicles, Rick Riordan's action-adventure trilogy based on Ancient Egyptian mythology, don't miss this paperback edition with new cover art and a Percy Jackson-Kane Chronicles crossover story, "The Crown of Ptolemy."
When young magicians Carter and Sadie Kane learned how to follow the path of the Ancient Egyptian gods, they knew they would have to play an important role in restoring Ma'at—order—to the world. What they didn't know is how chaotic the world would become. The Chaos snake Apophis is loose and threatening to destroy the earth in three days' time. The magicians are divided. The gods are disappearing, and those who remain are weak. Walt, one of Carter and Sadie's most gifted initiates, is doomed and can already feel his life force ebbing. Zia is too busy babysitting the senile sun god, Ra, to be of much help. What are a couple of teenagers and a handful of young trainees to do?
There is possibly one way to stop Apophis, but it is so difficult that it might cost Carter and Sadie their lives, if it even works at all. It involves trusting the ghost of a psychopathic magician not to betray them, or worse, kill them. They'd have to be crazy to try it. Well, call them crazy.
With hilarious asides, memorable monsters, and an ever-changing crew of friends and foes, the excitement never lets up in The Serpent's Shadow, a thoroughly entertaining and satisfying conclusion to the Kane Chronicles.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781410447890
Publisher: Gale Group
Publication date: 05/02/2012
Series: Kane Chronicles Series , #3
Edition description: Large Print
Pages: 353
Sales rank: 461,568
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 9 - 12 Years

About the Author

Rick Riordan, dubbed "storyteller of the gods" by Publishers Weekly, is the author of five #1 New York Times best-selling middle grade series with millions of copies sold throughout the world: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Heroes of Olympus, and the Trials of Apollo, based on Greek and Roman mythology; the Kane Chronicles, based on Ancient Egyptian mythology; and Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, based on Norse mythology. Rick collaborated with illustrator John Rocco on two #1 New York Times best-selling collections of Greek myths for the whole family: Percy Jackson's Greek Gods and Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes. Rick is also the publisher of an imprint at Disney-Hyperion, Rick Riordan Presents, dedicated to finding other authors of highly entertaining fiction based on world cultures and mythologies. He lives in Boston, Massachusetts with his wife and two sons. Follow him on Twitter at @camphalfblood.


San Antonio, TX

Date of Birth:

June 5, 1964

Place of Birth:

San Antonio, TX


B.A. in English and History, University of Texas

Read an Excerpt


1. We Crash and Burn a Party

Sadie Kane here.
If you're listening to this, congratulations! You survived Doomsday.
I'd like to apologize straightaway for any inconvenience the end of the world may have caused you. The earthquakes, rebellions, riots, tornadoes, floods, tsunamis, and of course the giant snake who swallowed the sun—I'm afraid most of that was our fault. Carter and I decided we should at least explain how it happened.
This will probably be our last recording. By the time you've heard our story, the reason for that will be obvious.
Our problems started in Dallas, when the fire-breathing sheep destroyed the King Tut exhibit.

That night the Texas magicians were hosting a party in the sculpture garden across the street from the Dallas Museum of Art. The men wore tuxedos and cowboy boots. The women wore evening dresses and hairdos like explosions of candy floss.
(Carter says it's called cotton candy in America. I don't care. I was raised in London, so you'll just have to keep up and learn the proper way of saying things.)
A band played old-timey country music on the pavilion. Strings of fairy lights glimmered in the trees. Magicians did occasionally pop out of secret doors in the sculptures or summon sparks of fire to burn away pesky mosquitoes, but otherwise it seemed like quite a normal party.
The leader of the Fifty-first Nome, JD Grissom, was chatting with his guests and enjoying a plate of beef tacos when we pulled him away for an emergency meeting. I felt bad about that, but there wasn't much choice, considering the danger he was in.
"An attack?" He frowned. "The Tut exhibit has been open for a month now. If Apophis was going to strike, wouldn't he have done it already?"
JD was tall and stout, with a rugged, weathered face, feathery red hair, and hands as rough as bark. He looked about forty, but it's hard to tell with magicians. He might have been four hundred. He wore a black suit with a bolo tie and a large silver Lone Star belt buckle, like a Wild West marshal.
"Let's talk on the way," Carter said. He started leading us toward the opposite side of the garden.
I must admit my brother acted remarkably confident.
He was still a monumental dork, of course. His nappy brown hair had a chunk missing on the left side where his griffin had given him a "love bite," and you could tell from the nicks on his face that he hadn't quite mastered the art of shaving. But since his fifteenth birthday he'd shot up in height and put on muscle from hours of combat training. He looked poised and mature in his black linen clothes, especially with that khopesh sword at his side. I could almost imagine him as a leader of men without laughing hysterically.
[Why are you glaring at me, Carter? That was quite a generous description.]
Carter maneuvered around the buffet table, grabbing a handful of tortilla chips. "Apophis has a pattern," he told JD. "The other attacks all happened on the night of the new moon, when darkness is greatest. Believe me, he'll hit your museum tonight. And he'll hit it hard."
JD Grissom squeezed around a cluster of magicians drinking champagne. "These other attacks . . ." he said. "You mean Chicago and Mexico City?"
"And Toronto," Carter said. "And . . . a few others."
I knew he didn't want to say more. The attacks we'd witnessed over the summer had left us both with nightmares.
True, full-out Armageddon hadn't come yet. It had been six months since the Chaos snake Apophis had escaped from his Underworld prison, but he still hadn't launched a large-scale invasion of the mortal world as we'd expected. For some reason, the serpent was biding his time, settling for smaller attacks on nomes that seemed secure and happy.
Like this one, I thought.
As we passed the pavilion, the band finished their song. A pretty blond woman with a fiddle waved her bow at JD.
"Come on, sweetie!" she called. "We need you on steel guitar!"
He forced a smile. "Soon, hon. I'll be back."
We walked on. JD turned to us. "My wife, Anne."
"Is she also a magician?" I asked.
He nodded, his expression turning dark. "These attacks. Why are you so sure Apophis will strike here?"
Carter's mouth was full of tortilla chips, so his response was "Mhm-hmm."
"He's after a certain artifact," I translated. "He's already destroyed five copies of it. The last one in existence happens to be in your Tut exhibit."
"Which artifact?" JD asked.
I hesitated. Before coming to Dallas, we'd cast all sorts of shielding spells and loaded up on protective amulets to prevent magical eavesdropping, but I was still nervous about speaking our plans aloud.
"Better we show you." I stepped around a fountain, where two young magicians were tracing glowing I Love You messages on the paving stones with their wands. "We've brought our own crack team to help. They're waiting at the museum. If you'll let us examine the artifact, possibly take it with us for safekeeping—"
"Take it with you?" JD scowled. "The exhibit is heavily guarded. I have my best magicians surrounding it night and day. You think you can do better at Brooklyn House?"
We stopped at the edge of the garden. Across the street, a two-story-tall King Tut banner hung from the side of the museum.
Carter took out his mobile phone. He showed JD Grissom an onscreen image—a burned-out mansion that had once been the headquarters for the One Hundredth Nome in Toronto.
"I'm sure your guards are good," Carter said. "But we'd rather not make your nome a target for Apophis. In the other attacks like this one . . . the serpent's minions didn't leave any survivors."
JD stared at the phone's screen, then glanced back at his wife, Anne, who was fiddling her way through a two-step.
"Fine," JD said. "I hope your team is top-notch."
"They're amazing," I promised. "Come on, we'll introduce you."

Our crack squad of magicians was busy raiding the gift shop.
Felix had summoned three penguins, which were waddling around wearing paper King Tut masks. Our baboon friend, Khufu, sat atop a bookshelf reading The History of the Pharaohs, which would've been quite impressive except he was holding the book upside-down. Walt—oh, dear Walt, why?—had opened the jewelry cabinet and was examining charm bracelets and necklaces as if they might be magical. Alyssa levitated clay pots with her earth elemental magic, juggling twenty or thirty at a time in a figure eight.
Carter cleared his throat.
Walt froze, his hands full of gold jewelry. Khufu scrambled down the bookshelf, knocking off most of the books. Alyssa's pottery crashed to the floor. Felix tried to shoo his penguins behind the till. (He does have rather strong feelings about the usefulness of penguins. I'm afraid I can't explain it.)
JD Grissom drummed his fingers against his Lone Star belt buckle. "This is your amazing team?"
"Yes!" I tried for a winning smile. "Sorry about the mess. I'll just, um . . ."
I pulled my wand from my belt and spoke a word of power: "Hi-nemh."
I'd gotten better at such spells. Most of the time, I could now channel power from my patron goddess Isis without passing out. And I hadn't exploded once.
The hieroglyph for Join together glowed briefly in the air:

Broken bits of pottery flew back together and mended themselves. Books returned to the shelf. The King Tut masks flew off the penguins, revealing them to be —gasp—penguins.
Our friends looked rather embarrassed.
"Sorry," Walt mumbled, putting the jewelry back in the case. "We got bored."
I couldn't stay mad at Walt. He was tall and athletic, built like a basketball player, in workout pants and sleeveless tee that showed off his sculpted arms. His skin was the color of hot cocoa, his face every bit as regal and handsome as the statues of his pharaoh ancestors.
Did I fancy him? Well, it's complicated. More on that later.
JD Grissom looked over our team.
"Nice to meet you all." He managed to contain his enthusiasm. "Come with me."
The museum's main foyer was a vast white room with empty caf? tables, a stage, and a ceiling high enough for a pet giraffe. On one side, stairs led up to a balcony with a row of offices. On the other side, glass walls looked out at the nighttime skyline of Dallas.
JD pointed up at the balcony, where two men in black linen robes were patrolling. "You see? Guards are everywhere."
The men had their staffs and wands ready. They glanced down at us, and I noticed their eyes were glowing. Hieroglyphs were painted on their cheekbones like war paint.
Alyssa whispered to me: "What's up with their eyes?"
"Surveillance magic," I guessed. "The symbols allow the guards to see into the Duat."
Alyssa bit her lip. Since her patron was the earth god Geb, she liked solid things, such as stone and clay. She didn't like heights or deep water. She definitely didn't like the idea of the Duat—the magical realm that coexisted with ours.
Once, when I'd described the Duat as an ocean under our feet with layers and layers of magical dimensions going down forever, I thought Alyssa was going to get seasick.
Ten-year-old Felix, on the other hand, had no such qualms.
"Cool!" he said. "I want glowing eyes."
He traced his finger across his cheeks, leaving shiny purple blobs
in the shape of Antarctica.
Alyssa laughed. "Can you see into the Duat now?"
"No," he admitted. "But I can see my penguins much better."
"We should hurry," Carter reminded us. "Apophis usually strikes when the moon is at the top of its transit. Which is—"
"Agh!" Khufu held up all ten fingers. Leave it to a baboon to have perfect astronomical sense.
"In ten minutes," I said. "Just brilliant."
We approached the entrance of the King Tut exhibit, which was rather hard to miss because of the giant golden sign that read KING TUT EXHIBIT. Two magicians stood guard with full-grown leopards on leashes.
Carter looked at JD in astonishment. "How did you get complete access to the museum?"
The Texan shrugged. "My wife, Anne, is president of the board. Now, which artifact did you want to see?"
"I studied your exhibit maps," Carter said. "Come on. I'll show you."
The leopards seemed quite interested in Felix's penguins, but the guards held them back and let us pass.
Inside, the exhibit was extensive, but I doubt you care about the details. A labyrinth of rooms with sarcophagi, statues, furniture, bits of gold jewelry—blah, blah, blah. I would have passed it all by. I've seen enough Egyptian collections to last several lifetimes, thank you very much.
Besides, everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of bad experiences.
We passed cases of shabti figurines, no doubt enchanted to come to life when called upon. I'd killed my share of those. We passed statues of glowering monsters and gods whom I'd fought in person—the vulture Nekhbet, who'd once possessed my Gran (long story); the crocodile Sobek, who'd tried to kill my cat (longer story); and the lion goddess Sekhmet, whom we'd once vanquished with hot sauce (don't even ask).
Most upsetting of all: a small alabaster statue of our friend Bes, the dwarf god. The carving was eons old, but I recognized that pug nose, the bushy sideburns, the potbelly, and the endearingly ugly face that looked as if it had been hit repeatedly with a frying pan. We'd only known Bes for a few days, but he'd literally sacrificed his soul to help us. Now, each time I saw him I was reminded of a debt I could never repay.
I must have lingered at his statue longer than I realized. The rest of the group had passed me and were turning into the next room, about twenty meters ahead, when a voice next to me said, "Psst!"
I looked around. I thought the statue of Bes might have spoken. Then the voice called again: "Hey, doll. Listen up. Not much time."
In the middle of the wall, eye-level with me, a man's face bulged from the white, textured paint as if trying to break through. He had a beak of a nose, cruel thin lips, and a high forehead. Though he was the same color as the wall, he seemed very much alive. His blank white eyes managed to convey a look of impatience.
"You won't save the scroll, doll," he warned. "Even if you did, you'd never understand it. You need my help."
I'd experienced many strange things since I'd begun practicing magic, so I wasn't particularly startled. Still, I knew better than to trust any old white-spackled apparition who spoke to me, especially one who called me doll. He reminded me of a character from those silly Mafia movies the boys at Brooklyn House liked to watch in their spare time—someone's Uncle Vinnie, perhaps.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
The man snorted. "Like you don't know. Like there's anybody who doesn't know. You've got two days until they put me down. You want to defeat Apophis, you'd better pull some strings and get me out of here."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.
The man didn't sound like Set the god of evil, or the serpent Apophis, or any of the other villains I'd dealt with before, but one could never be sure. There was this thing called magic, after all.
The man jutted out his chin. "Okay, I get it. You want a show of faith. You'll never save the scroll, but go for the golden box. That'll give you a clue about what you need, if you're smart enough to understand it. Day after tomorrow at sunset, doll. Then my offer expires, 'cause that's when I get permanently—"
He choked. His eyes widened. He strained as if a noose were tightening around his neck. He slowly melted back into the wall.
"Sadie?" Walt called from the end of the corridor. "You okay?"
I looked over. "Did you see that?"
"See what?" he asked.
Of course not, I thought. What fun would it be if other people saw my vision of Uncle Vinnie? Then I couldn't wonder if I were going stark raving mad.
"Nothing," I said, and I ran to catch up.

The entrance to the next room was flanked by two giant obsidian sphinxes with the bodies of lions and the heads of rams. Carter says that particular type of sphinx is called a criosphinx. [Thanks, Carter. We were all dying to know that bit of useless information.]
"Agh!" Khufu warned, holding up five fingers.
"Five minutes left," Carter translated.
"Give me a moment," JD said. "This room has the heaviest protective spells. I'll need to modify them to let you through."
"Uh," I said nervously, "but the spells will still keep out enemies, like giant Chaos snakes, I hope?"
JD gave me an exasperated look, which I tend to get a lot.
"I do know a thing or two about protective magic," he promised. "Trust me." He raised his wand and began to chant.
Carter pulled me aside. "You okay?"
I must have looked shaken from my encounter with Uncle Vinnie. "I'm fine," I said. "Saw something back there. Probably just one of Apophis's tricks, but . . ."
My eyes drifted to the other end of the corridor. Walt was staring at a golden throne in a glass case. He leaned forward with one hand on the glass as if he might be sick.
"Hold that thought," I told Carter.
I moved to Walt's side. Light from the exhibit bathed his face, turning his features reddish brown like the hills of Egypt.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Tutankhamen died in that chair," he said.
I read the display card. It didn't say anything about Tut dying in the chair, but Walt sounded very sure. Perhaps he could sense the family curse. King Tut was Walt's great-times-a-billion granduncle, and the same genetic poison that killed Tut at nineteen was now coursing through Walt's bloodstream, getting stronger the more he practiced magic. Yet Walt refused to slow down. Looking at the throne of his ancestor, he must have felt as if he were reading his own obituary.
"We'll find a cure," I promised. "As soon as we deal with Apophis . . ."
He looked at me, and my voice faltered. We both knew our chances of defeating Apophis were slim. Even if we succeeded, there was no guarantee Walt would live long enough to enjoy the victory. Today was one of Walt's good days, and still I could see the pain in his eyes.
"Guys," Carter called. "We're ready."
The room beyond the criosphinxes was a "greatest hits" collection from the Egyptian afterlife. A life-sized wooden Anubis stared down from his pedestal. Atop a replica of the scales of justice sat a golden baboon, which Khufu immediately started flirting with. There were masks of pharaohs, maps of the Underworld, and loads of canopic jars that had once been filled with mummy organs.
Carter passed all that by. He gathered us around a long papyrus scroll in a glass case on the back wall.
"This is what you're after?" JD frowned. "The Book of Overcoming Apophis? You do realize that even the best spells against Apophis aren't very effective."
Carter reached in his pocket and produced a bit of burned papyrus. "This is all we could salvage from Toronto. It was another copy of the same scroll."
JD took the papyrus scrap. It was no bigger than a postcard and too charred to let us make out more than a few hieroglyphs.
" 'Overcoming Apophis . . .' " he read. "But this is one of the most common magic scrolls. Hundreds of copies have survived from ancient times."
"No." I fought the urge to look over my shoulder, in case any giant serpents were listening in. "Apophis is after only one particular version, written by this chap."
I tapped the information plaque next to the display. " 'Attributed to Prince Khaemwaset,' " I read, " 'better known as Setne.' "
JD scowled. "That's an evil name . . . one of most villainous magicians who ever lived."
"So we've heard," I said, "and Apophis is destroying only Setne's version of the scroll. As far as we can tell, only six copies existed. Apophis has already burned five. This is the last one."
JD studied the burned papyrus scrap doubtfully. "If Apophis has truly risen from the Duat with all his power, why would he care about a few scrolls? No spell could possibly stop him. Why hasn't he already destroyed the world?"
We'd been asking ourselves the same question for months.
"Apophis is afraid of this scroll," I said, hoping I was right. "Something in it must hold the secret to defeating him. He wants to make sure all copies are destroyed before he invades the world."
"Sadie, we need to hurry," Carter said. "The attack could come any minute."
I stepped closer to the scroll. It was roughly two meters long and a half-meter tall, with dense lines of hieroglyphs and colorful illustrations. I'd seen loads of scrolls like this describing ways to defeat Chaos, with chants designed to keep the serpent Apophis from devouring the sun god Ra on his nightly journey through the Duat. Ancient Egyptians had been quite obsessed with this subject. Cheery bunch, those Egyptians.
I could read the hieroglyphs—one of my many amazing talents—but the scroll was a lot to take in. At first glance, nothing struck me as particularly helpful. There were the usual descriptions of the River of Night, down which Ra's sun boat traveled. Been there, thanks. There were tips on how to handle the various demons of the Duat. Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.
"Sadie?" Carter asked. "Anything?"
"Don't know yet," I grumbled. "Give me a moment."
I found it annoying that my bookish brother was the combat magician, while I was expected to be the great reader of magic. I barely had the patience for magazines, much less musty scrolls.
You'd never understand it, the face in the wall had warned. You need my help.
"We'll have to take it with us," I decided. "I'm sure I can figure it out with a little more—"
The building shook. Khufu shrieked and leaped into the arms of the golden baboon. Felix's penguins waddled around frantically.
"That sounded like—" JD Grissom blanched. "An explosion outside. The party!"
"It's a diversion," Carter warned. "Apophis is trying to draw our defenses away from the scroll."
"They're attacking my friends," JD said in a strangled voice. "My wife."
"Go!" I said. I glared at my brother. "We can handle the scroll. JD's wife is in danger!"
JD clasped my hands. "Take the scroll. Good luck."
He ran from the room.
I turned back to the display. "Walt, can you open the case? We need to get this out of here as fast—"
Evil laughter filled the room. A dry, heavy voice, deep as a nuclear blast, echoed all around us: "I don't think so, Sadie Kane."
My skin felt as if it were turning to brittle papyrus. I remembered that voice. I remembered how it felt being so close to Chaos, as if my blood were turning to fire, and the strands of my DNA were unraveling.
"I think I'll destroy you with the guardians of Ma'at," Apophis said. "Yes, that will be amusing."
At the entrance to the room, the two obsidian criosphinxes turned. They blocked the exit, standing shoulder to shoulder. Flames curled from their nostrils.
In the voice of Apophis, they spoke in unison: "No one leaves this place alive. Good-bye, Sadie Kane."

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Leah-books More than 1 year ago
I am a teen and love this series!!! Such an awesome story line. Finished it very quickly.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like fantasy, action, humor, and suspense, this is the perfect book. It has all these traits, plus short descriptions, so you don't have to read a whole paragraph of desccription.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love all you people who love Rick Riordans books. I can only say how much appreciation and hard work will go to that book and enjoyment from people all around the world. I will also prefer a trilogies from the author, S. Collins like " the hunger games" and ect. Furthermore i cant wait for the last book of Rick Riordans, Kane Chronicles Trilogy. Keep on reading and hope you will enjoy the book as much as i probally will.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I haven't read this book yet but I really liked "Red Pyramid" and "Throne of Fire" so I guarantee that I and any other lover of Rick Riordan will like "Serpent's Shadow" as much as I liked the first two books in the " Kane Chronicles" sereis. (I rated this book five stars becauseof what I think of the two pevious books in the sereis not this one.)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well, a couple of days ago, when i was on Riordan's blogon his website I went to the part where people asked questions. So,someone asked if he was going to cross The Heroes of Olympus with The Kane Chronicles, and Riordan replied that that idea could happen but it would be far in the future. He said, it would have to be after he finished the Norse series and the Heroes of Olympus series. He said he couls also make a new Kane adventure or a new adventure about camp half-blood but these series would also be far down the road. That being said, it is not impossible thay he could continue with the
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its gonna be so good! He wraps everything up at the end so it all makes sense. But percy jackson and heroes of olympus r wayyyyyyy better. But i still <3 the kane chronicles.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Oh my josh hucherson this book is amazing!!! I love rick and all his books but, this is the best. To those who don't know if they should read this book, don't think just buy!!! And I can't wait for Mark of Athena to come out!!!! Please buy this book because if you like mythology, this author is the person you are looking for. I wish i could tell you every bit of this book, but if someone i know reads this, they will be mad at me. And i am not a spoiler person thing. Just buy it read it live it and love it!!!! Gooooooo Walt!!! ( to those who are team walt, i love you and i am not giving anything away. Or am i????? Peace out!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well, let me just start by saying this was an awesome book!! Lots of secrets will be revealed and new characters are introduced. There is a lot of humorous and action packed adventures in this book that you will surely like. Also, I just wanted to point out that two characters in this book who are intoduced as some human friends are from the Lost Hero if you read it. If you did read the Lost Hero, you should know that these human friends aren't your normal human ( I won't reveal these two characters to you but I will tell you that they AREN'T main characters) Hope this review was helpful in any way.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Serpant's Shadow is a great read. This book is actually really thick (to some people). It is over 350 pages! I still loved it and read it in two days... nonstop. My Social Studies teacher even asked me if was a good book. The answer is YES! After I read the Nook book, I went and bought the hardback cover one. It came out yesterday, so there IS NOT a paper back version yet. Thank you so much Rick Riordan for making these top-of-the-chart books all the time! Thanks! C
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just kidding but wait. I just pre-ordered this book at 9:25 p.m. on the 15th of April. I can not wait to read what Carter and Sadie do next in this action packed book. I have high hopes for Riordion's next book. You have to buy this. Really. If you haven't read the first book, The Red Pyrimid and the second book, The Throne of Fire, get a sample and see how you like it. I bet you that you will like it. Got no more time so bye! Last reminder, you should get the book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Any book written by Rick Riordan is fantastic. I think anybody who read the Percy Jackson series will agree with me. This series is great. Anyway, back to the book. Book will be great. GUARANTEE
ChildofAthena11 More than 1 year ago
I have always loved Rick Riordan's books, and this is one of my favorites. This action pack conclusion to the much loved Kane Chronicles will satisfy any reader. It will leave you on edge of your seat from open to close. I bought this book, and it soared from any exception I had for it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very catching. If you liked the Red Pyrimad and the Throne of Fire you will like this book even more
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Rick Riordan has done all the expected in the final book of the Kane Chronicles. The perfect mix of combat, suspence, and appropriate romance are smoothed into the intricate sculpture of this novel. You are left guessing, sometimes correctly, about the comming events as the pages seem to turn themselves. All Riordan fans will enjoy this tantalizing novel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had problems opening this book after I preordered. What you have to do is archive the book and then unarchive it and it should work.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Serpant's Shadow is prehaps the best book in the Kane Chronicles series. It is abundant in nail-biting adventure and chock full of suspenseful scenes. My fingers were glued to its pages and I didn't put it down until I had read the last word. There is no possible way you will get bored and the storyline isn't interupted or halted and it isn't overloaded with description. A humorous, enjoyable, yet easy read, it is guaranteed to excite and surprise the Kane Chronicles readers. Another Rick Riordan masterpiece. I loved every second of it and wouldn't mind reading it again, which is saying a lot because honestly I rarely am able to read a book twice. My favorite part was the very end and what had happened after all the events (I won't say more because I don't want to spoil what happens). My favorite characters is so hard to choose. Probably Bast or Sadie or Carter or...I can't decide. I hope you all find some way to read it and enjoy as much as I did. AEVK
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wasnt done talking bout all you people wh think are better than others. Just shut the heck up and just be a regular fan. God it just kills m to see all the people who just says stupid things like "im yur biggest fan" some of you people make me upset and just should stop saying things and keep their freaking mouths closed and stop saying all kind of goofy things. So go away an stay away i dont care if ppl say stuff about this post but ya know I had to get it iut because its been bothering me. Im just 13 turning 14 in just a couple days and Im probably not the best writer that you guys have ever seen but you know I dont freaking care i gotta put my feelings out there and le ppl see who I am. Im a Irish girl and I love my accent and the county that I live in. So if anyoe agrees with me that ppl who think that their al that post somethimg that you think is worthy go be in a post :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Drew and lacy (from page 63ish of serpents shadow) went to a. summer camp together, where drew was"just as tyranical". In the lost hero drew bosses eveyone in the aphrodite cabin (lncluding someone named lacy). So in a way the series have already started to cross. If you haven't read the heroes of olympus, but have read the kane chronicles you need to read heroes of olympus (make sure to have read percy jacksoon though).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is awesome. It is full of action, suspense, and mythology. Overall this is a great book and a must have for everyone who likes mythology.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read the whole series of the Kane Chronicles and learned, but loved each book! I learned about the Egyptian sorts of things that make Rick Riordan's books, his style. You can learn gods and goddesses, words in heiroglyphics, spells, and parts of the soul throughout the dangerous challenges for 2 magicians, Sadie and Carter Kane. They try to survive through Doomsday with out anybody but Sadie's cat who turns out to b eth ecat goddess, Bast. They send for recruits and get many magicians. They start to train them, but something bad always goe sweong with the Kanes. Sadie starts to fall for arecrit named Walt Stone and the god of death and funerals, Anubis while Carter falls for a replica of Zia Rashid, but when they find the real Zia, she doesn't feel the same way. They practice magic at the Bouston House while their Uncle Amos is the new Cheif-Lector at the First Nome.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Rick Riordan has once again made an awesome book.. a great read.. but you should read The Red Pyramid and The Throne of Fire first. :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is another master piece by an amazing writer. I don't think any other author could write such an amazing book. Rick Riordan wrote a book that can play with the readers emotions, has a bunch of action, and is going to be a favorite for a long time. If you are looking for an amazing book then I highly recommend this book. *However you might want to read the series from start to finish* I hope you enjoy this book just as much as I did. If it was possible i would give this WAY MORE than a 5 star rating . :) ~Kris10 Reviews
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was the best of the three books in the series. I never wanted to stop reading! I recommend this strongly.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just finished this book and guess what? I am 90% sure he is going to cobine it with the PERCY JACKSON/HEROES OF OLYMPUS SERIES! omg, omg omg! Better look out : ) !