Sadie Kane here. If you're listening to this, congratulations, you survived doomsday.

The Temple of Dendur," Zia said. "Actually it was built by the Romans - " "When they occupied Egypt," Carter said, like this was delightful information. "Augustus commissioned it." "Yes," Zia said. "Fascinating," I murmured. "Would you two like to be left alone with a history textbook?

Mugged by my own mother.

We’re on the moon,” Sadie murmured. “El Paso, Texas,” Bast corrected.

I thought maybe she'd whisk us off by magic, or at least hail a taxi. Instead, Bast borrowed a silver Lexus convertible. "Oh, yes," she purred. "I like this one! Come along, children." "But this isn't yours," I pointed out. "My dear, I'm a cat. Everything I see is mine." She touched the ignition and the keyhole sparked. The engine began to purr. [No, Sadie. Not like a cat, like an engine.]

Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.