back from when they watched black and white TV and hunted dinosaurs.

I don't care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!" "Meatloaf sandwiches are good! But this is a half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!" "Bah, your brain isn't on board!

Who are you?" he asked. "I'm a shabti, of course!" The figurine rubbed his dented head. He still looked quite lumpish, only now he was a living lump. "Master calls me Doughboy, though I find the name insulting. You may call me Supreme-Force-Who-Crushes-His-Enemies!

Love is powerful. It can bring the gods to their knees.

Hope survives best at the hearth.

She sacrificed her life to make things right," Mitchell grumbled. "She[Silena Beuregard] was a hero

That’s Narmer with the spoon,” I guessed. “Angry because the other bloke stole his breakfast cereal?