Carter Kane, 14, died tragically in Paris when he was eaten by his sister's cat Muffin.
I looked back, but Bast and Sadie seemed fine. They were still staring at the water as if it were some amazing Internet video.
My resolve, my anger, even my grief gave me confidence
Carter pulled out several lengths of brown twine, a small ebony cat statue, and a thick roll of paper. No, not paper. Papyrus. I remember Dad explaining how the Egyptians made it from a river plant because they never invented paper. The stuff was so thick and rough, it made me wonder if the poor Egyptians had had to use toilet papyrus. If so, no wonder they walked sideways.
I must admit I'm impressed, Sadie. You controlled your magic and controlled Isis. And you, Carter, did well turning into a lizard.
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?
Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I'd seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion's mane. The front half of its body was a lion, but the back end was sleek, brown, and fat - a hippo, I decided. The odd bit was, the animal was tiny - I mean, no larger than an average poodle, which I suppose made him a hippodoodle.
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.
Our baboon was going completely sky goddess - which is to say, nuts.
Egyptians believe in the power of the sunrise. They believe each morning begins not just a new day, but a new world.
I suppose with so many things suddenly getting better, the things that were still missing hurt even worse.
Out my left, I saw baboon bum, out my right, my long-lost uncle Amos. Naturally, I decided to focus on the right.
Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.
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.
To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost in the Dust.
Gods have great power, but only humans have creativity, the power to change history.
I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.
We passed hieroglyphic scrolls, gold jewelry, sarcophagi, statues of pharaohs, and huge chunks of limestone. Why would someone display a rock? Aren't there enough of those in the world?
His lion and hippo legs twitched. I wondered if netherworld monsters dreamed of chasing rabbits.
I was a fight to the death, and I felt great.
What was I up to, you may ask? I certainly didn't want to meet Monsieur Evil again or creepy old Lord Salamander.
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!
It's hard to look in charge when you're hunched over like Quasimodo.
Who are you and why are you my cat?
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.
Just my luck, on top of everything else I had to take baboon medicine.
You are one freaking awesome baboon.
A giant vulture with a girl hanging from its feet tends to attract attention.
I didn't know baboons could drive recreational vehicles, but Khufu did okay. When I woke up around dawn, he was navigating through the early morning rush hour in Houston, baring his fangs and barking a lot, and none of the other drivers seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.
You see gods have great power, but only humans have creativity, the power to change history rather than simply repeat it.
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 grabbed a pair of glowing red legs.
Khufu carefully picked out everything that ended with-o-Doritos, Oreos, and some chunks of meat. Buffalo? Armadillo? I was scared to even ask.
You want to know how Egyptians pulled the brains out of mummies. or built the pyramids, or cursed King Tut's tomb? My dad's your man.
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.
I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.
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.
Apparently, word of the chicken man incident hadn't spread quite yet.
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?
Lovely. Imprisoned in a nursery school dungeon.
As a magician, you must think about chaos and order. Those are the two forces that control the universe.
I hadn't seen my dad get violent since the Great Spatula Incident, and I wasn't anxious to see a repeat of that.
Mark my words, nothing smells worse than burned scorpion.
Back up shall we? When my brother, the crazy chicken warrior, turned into a falcon and went up the pyramid's chimney with his new friend, the fruit bat, he left me playing nurse to two very wounded people-which I didn't appreciate, and which I wasn't particularly good at.
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.
Me? I slept like the dead, which I hoped wasn't a sign of things to come.
Being turned into a lizard can really mess up your day.
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.
My name is Carter Kane. I'm fourteen and my home is a suitcase.
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