I, Horus, son of Osiris, claim the throne of the heavens as my birthright!" he shouted."What was once mine shall be mine again.Is there anyone who would challenge me?" The gods flickered and glowed. A few scowled. One muttered something that sounded like "Cheese", although that could've been my imagination.
Rick RiordanIs Tyson okay?" I asked. The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. He's fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though "peanut butter" is a strange battle cry. "You let him fight?" Stop changing the subject! You realize what you are asking me to do? My palace will be destroyed. "And Olympus might be saved." Do you have any idea how long I've worked on remodeling this palace? The game room alone took six hundred years. "Dadโ" Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works. "I am praying. I'm talking to you, right?" Oh . . . yes. Good point.
Rick RiordanAll [Sadieโs] previous attempts [of making a shabti (an Egyptian avatar of oneโs self)] had exploded or gone haywire, terrorizing Khufu and the initiates. Last week sheโd created a magical Thermos with googly eyes that levitated around the room, yelling, โExterminate! Exterminate!โ until it smacked me in the head.
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