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.
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.
Me? I slept like the dead, which I hoped wasn’t a sign of things to come.