Running with a drowsy child of Hades was more like doing a 3 -legged race with a life size rag doll.
I guessed his name was Face of Horror. I wondered how long it had taken his mom to think of that. Bob? No. Sam? No. How about Face of Horror?
Never bet against a cat.
Apparently, word of the chicken man incident hadn’t spread quite yet.
Maybe being home schooled, Carter didn’t realize that “test” is normally a bad thing.
Being turned into a lizard can really mess up your day.
I must admit I’m impressed, Sadie. You controlled your magic and controlled Isis. And you, Carter, did well turning into a lizard.
Khufu carefully picked out everything that ended with-o – Doritos, Oreos, and some chunks of meat. Buffalo? Armadillo? I was scared to even ask.
Me? I slept like the dead, which I hoped wasn’t a sign of things to come.
Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.
His lion and hippo legs twitched. I wondered if netherworld monsters dreamed of chasing rabbits.
A long white ribbon shot out of the crack in the wall. The ribbon just kept coming, weaving itself into some kind of shape next to Anubis, and my first thought was, My god, he’s got a magic roll of toilet paper.
I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and realized my head was in Khufu’s lap. The baboon was foraging my scalp for munchies. “Dude.” I sat up groggily. “Not cool.” “But he gave you a lovely hairdo,” Sadie said. “Agh-agh!” Khufu agreed.
Yes, Horus said. I remember this place. It’s El Paso, I told him. Unless you went out for Mexican Food, you’ve never been here.
I looked back, but Bast and Sadie seemed fine. They were still staring at the water as if it were some amazing Internet video.
Just my luck, on top of everything else I had to take baboon medicine.
I headed towards the mountain, which was an almost irresistible beacon to my storm self. It glowed with heat, pressure, and turbulence – everything a little dust devil like me could want.
A giant vulture with a girl hanging from its feet tends to attract attention.
I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!” It was an odd battle cry.
I was a fight to the death, and I felt great.