Wisdom's Daughter Walks Alone, The Mark Of

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.

Ma’at Demands A Leader.” “yeah So I’ve Heard.

“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.”

Dude! Said A Party Pony As He Unloaded His Gear. Did You See That Bear Guy? He Was All Like: 'whoa, I Have An Arrow In My Mouth!

Think About Isis,” Jaz Repeated. “and Sadie…there Is A Purpose. You Taught Us That. We Choose To Believe In Ma'at. We Create Order Out Of Chaos, Beauty And Meaning Out Of Ugly Randomness. That's What Egypt Is All About. That's Why Its Name, Its Ren, Has Endured For Millennia. Don't Despair. Otherwise Chaos Wins.