The Kane Chronicles

There’s my baby!” I cried, quite carried away. “There’s my Poochiekins!” Ammit ran at me and leaped into my arms, nuzzling me with his rough snout. “My lord Osiris!” Disturber lost the bottom of his scroll again, which unraveled around his legs. “This is an outrage!” “Sadie,” Dad said firmly, “please do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins.

Not really. My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they’re dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

Fair means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make that happen yourself.

A king leads his people like a shepherd leads his flock.

Sadie,” Dad said firmly, “please do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins.

I was afraid to try it, but I thought: Horus? Well, it’s about time, the other voice said. Hello, Carter. ‘Oh, no,’ I said, panic rising in my chest. ‘No, no, no. Somebody get a can opener. I’ve got a god stuck in my head.

Little sisters,” Carter said. “If they talked too much, the Egyptians threw them to the crocodiles.

We wandered the halls of an infinite magic nursing home, led by a hippo nurse with a torch. Really, just an ordinary night for the Kanes.

Chaos is impatient. It’s random. And above all it’s selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hunger. But Chaos can also be appealing. It tempts you to believe that nothing matters except what you want.

[Yeah, thanks a lot, Sadie. You get to tell the part about the Land of the Dead. I get to describe Interstate 10 through Texas.]

Zia looked appalled. “Setne? As in the Setne? Does Carter realize—?” “Yep.” “And Thoth suggested this?” “Yep.” “And you’re actually going along with it?” “Yep.

We’re not going to die,” I promised my mates. “Emma, hold my staff.” “Your—Oh, right.” She took the staff gingerly as if I’d handed her a rocket launcher, which I suppose it could’ve been with the proper spell. “Liz,” I ordered, “watch the baboon.” “Watching the baboon,” she said. “Rather hard to miss the baboon.

Shut up,” Thoth and I said at the same time. He looked at me with surprise. “So, Sadie…you are trying to stay in control. It won’t last. You may be blood of the pharaohs, but Isis is a deceptive, power-hungry—” “I can contain her,” I said,

And you, Sarah Jacobi”—he pointed to a woman with white robes and spiky black hair—“you were sent to Antarctica for causing the tsunami in the Indian Ocean.

Pyramids Road?’ Sadie said. ‘Obvious, much?’ ‘Maybe he couldn’t find a place on Stupid Evil Magician Street,’ I suggested.

Right…so when Apophis breaks out, he’ll try to destroy Ma’at, the order of the universe. He’ll swallow the sun, plunge the earth into eternal darkness, and otherwise make us have a very bad day.

Fairness does not mean everyone gets the same,” Dad said. “Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make

One of my hardest jobs as a father, one of my greatest duties, was to realize that my own dreams, my own goals and wishes, are secondary to my children’s.

Knowledge of any value can’t be given. It must be sought and earned.

Mall of America in Bloomington, Minnesota.

She’s an old man,” he muttered. “The girl I like is a buff old man with a voice deeper than mine.

I didn’t like being a leader. I always had to appear confident for the sake of the others, even when I wasn’t.

She was beautiful when she threatened to kill me.

(The first scrying bowl Walt had made actually did ignite, but that’s another story.)

When the griffin moved, they fluttered so fast, they blurred and buzzed like the wings of the world’s largest, most vicious hummingbird.

Oh, no,” I said, panic rising in my chest. “No, no, no. Somebody get a can opener. I’ve got a god stuck in my head.

Impossible, Horus said. No one bests Horus.

She’s almost as annoying as you, I told Horus. Impossible, Horus said. No one bests Horus.