Khufu carefully picked out everything that ended with-o – Doritos, Oreos, and some chunks of meat. Buffalo? Armadillo? I was scared to even ask.
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.
Set screamed something in Ancient Egyptian. I was fairly sure it wasn’t a compliment. “I will rend your limbs from their sockets!” he shouted. “I will – ” “Die?” Carter suggested.
I can’t believe Sadie’s going to let me have the last word. Our experience together must’ve really taught her something. Ow, she just hit me. Never mind.
You are one freaking awesome baboon.
The gods need heroes. They always have.
If you’ve seen a crab’s mouth, all foamy and gross with whiskers and snapping bits, you can imagine this one didn’t look any better blown up to billboard size.
The world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. -Dionysus.
I remembered what she’d told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought – just maybe – we were off to a good start.
Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say “tell the truth,” and when you do, they don’t believe you. What’s the point?