It’s like I was connected to the plumping system.
Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.
Lookin up at the huge baboons, I wondered if Khufu had some sort of secret baboon code that would get us in. But instead he barked at the statues and cowered heroically behind my legs.
I just love family meetings. Very cozy, with the Christmas garlands round the fireplace and a nice pot of tea and a detective from Scotland Yard ready to arrest you.
Our baboon was going completely sky goddess – which is to say, nuts.
What was I up to, you may ask? I certainly didn’t want to meet Monsieur Evil again or creepy old Lord Salamander.
Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.
You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you “chicken man”?
That really was NOT fun, though. Well, the hitting-her-with-a-stick part, that was fun. But crashing into a concrete bear? NOT fun.
I racked my brain trying to remember the names of all of Nut’s five children. Bit difficult without my brother, the human Wikipedia, around to keep track of such trivia for me.
After my bad experience as a kite, I simply refused to go about as a glowing Sadie-headed chicken. That’s fine for Carter, but I have standards.
Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!
Carter Kane, 14, died tragically in Paris when he was eaten by his sister’s cat Muffin.
My sister, with her ratty red-highlighted hair and her linen pajamas and her combat boots – how could she possibly worry about being possessed by a goddess? What goddess would want her, except the goddess of chewing gum?
I thought about all the things I was suddenly able to do – like fight with a sword and summon a magical shell of armor. Those were not things I covered in home school.
Mark my words, nothing smells worse than burned scorpion.
I woke to a bucket of ice water in my face. “Sadie! Get up,” Zia said. “God!” I yelled. “Was that necessary?” “No,” admitted Zia.
I grabbed a pair of glowing red legs.
I got ready for bed and crawled in. The covers were comfortable and warm, but the pillow was just too weird. It gave me neck cramps, so I put it on the floor and went to sleep without it. My first big mistake.
It’s hard to look in charge when you’re hunched over like Quasimodo.