His lion and hippo legs twitched. I wondered if netherworld monsters dreamed of chasing rabbits.

But (Peresphone) was like, the goddess of flowers." Grover looked offended. "Springtime.

You wrote this right?” he said. “It tells how to defeat Set.” Thoth unfolded the papyrus pages. “Oh, dear. I hate reading my old work. Look at this sentence. I’d never write it that way now.” He patted his lab coat pockets. “Red pen—does anyone have one?” Isis chafed against my willpower, insisting that we blast some sense into Thoth. One fireball, she pleaded. Just one enormous magical fireball? I couldn’t say I was tempted, but I kept her under control. “Since when does drool make you powerful?

A general never shows despair. He instills confidence in his troops. He leads them forward, even into the mouth of death.

When I got across, I looked back and saw Tyson giving Grover a piggyback ride (or was it a goatyback ride?).

Most people call it The Book of the Dead,” he told me. “Rich Egyptians were always buried with a copy, so they could have directions through the Duat to the Land of the Dead. It’s like an Idiot’s Guide to the Afterlife.

We can’t make a portal—” “We’ve got a flying boat,” Carter offered.