Carter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm. “Hang on. What about traps?” He frowned. “Traps?” “Didn’t Egyptian tombs have traps?” “Well…sometimes. But this isn’t a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curse—” “Oh, lovely. That sounds so much better.

Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.

The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.

The dead aren't scary. They are just sad.

He pinched the name tag and ran his fingers under the letters. "Can you read this, mate? It says C-H-A-R-O-N. Say it with me: CARE-ON." "Charon." "Amazing! Now: Mr. Charon." "Mr. Charon." "Well done.

Holy mother!" "Hmph. More like holy father. I'd think you'd know the difference." -Hephaetus

How did you die?" "We er....drowned in a bathtub." "All three of you?" "It was a big bathtub.