So Few People Did Good In Their

All [sadie’s] Previous Attempts [of Making A Shabti (an Egyptian Avatar Of One’s Self)] Had Exploded Or Gone Haywire, Terrorizing Khufu And The Initiates. Last Week She’d Created A Magical Thermos With Googly Eyes That Levitated Around The Room, Yelling, “exterminate! Exterminate!” Until It Smacked Me In The Head.

Seven Half-bloods Shall Answer The Call To Storm Or Fire The World Must Fall An Oath To Keep With A Final Breath And Foes Bear Arms To The Doors Of Death

Sorghum Started To Answer, But Wheat Flew At Him And Knocked Him Down. The Karpoi Began To Fight, Dissolving Into Funnel Clouds Of Grain. Hazel Considered Making A Run For It. Then Wheat Re-formed, Holding Sorghum In A Headlock. "stop!" He Yelled At The Others. "mulitgrain Fighting Is Not Allowed!

Hades Raised An Eyebrow. When He Sat Forward In His Throne, Shadowy Faces Appeared In The Folds Of His Black Robes, Faces Of Torment,as If The Garment Was Stitched Of Trapped Souls From The Fields Of Punishment, Trying To Get Out. The Adhd Part Of Me Wondered, Off-task, Whether The Rest Of His Clothes Were Made The Same Way. What Horrible Things Would You Have To Do In Your Life To Get Woven Into Hades' Underwear?

How Flattering,” I Grumbled. “my Soul Glows.