❝ she was a storm - not the kind you run from, the kind you chase ❞ A girl washed up on the shore of Camp Half-Blood last night, half-dead and cold as ice. No one knows who she is, or where she came from. Strange things, scary things, start happening around camp. The pegasuses won't eat. Campers suddenly disappear. Bodies are found, mauled and bloody, in the woods, torn apart by a mysterious killer. Among the chaos, the demigods still can't figure out what to do with the girl. That is, until she wakes up.