Oh, lord. I was beginning to think like Neith. Soon I'd be huddled in an underground bunker eating army rations and cackling as I sewed together the pockets of all the boys who'd jilted me.
Rick RiordanThere will be guards,โ Bast said. โAnd traps. And alarms. You can bet the house is heavily charmed to keep out gods.โ โMagicians can do that?โ I asked. I imagined a big can of pesticide labeled God-Away.
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