Right," she said, "We're going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn't think negative.
Spontaneous combustion IS a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in.
That's great. Except for the fact that it's completely unimportant.
I’m the god of funerals. I know every death custom in the world—how to die properly, how to prepare the body and soul for the afterlife. I live for death.” “You must be fun at parties,” I said.
Patterns repeat themselves in history
Once I saw Desjardins’ house, I hated him even more. It was a huge mansion on the other side of the Tuileries, on the rue des Pyramids. “Pyramids Road?” Sadie said. “Obvious, much?” “Maybe he couldn’t find a place on Stupid Evil Magician Street,” I suggested.