HONESTLY, CARTER IS SO THICKย sometimes I canโt believe weโre related.
I mean when someone says I forbid it, thatโs a good sign itโs worth doing. I made for the library straightaway.
โHold on!โ Carter cried. โYou canโt justโโ
โBrother dear,โ I said, โdid your soul leave your body again while Amos was talking, or did you actually hear him? Egyptian gods real. Red Lord bad. Red Lordโs birthday: very soon, very bad. House of Life: fussy old magicians who hate our family because Dad was a bit of a rebel, whom by the way you could take a lesson from. Which leaves usโjust usโwith Dad missing, an evil god about to destroy the world, and an uncle who just jumped off the buildingโand I canโt actually blame him.โ I took a breath. [Yes, Carter, I do have to breathe occasionally.] โAm I missing anything? Oh, yes, I also have a brother who is supposedly quite powerful from an ancient bloodline, blah, blah, et cetera, but is too afraid to visit a library. Now, coming or not?โ
Carter blinked as if Iโd just hit him, which I suppose I had in a way. โI just…โ He faltered. โI just think we should be careful.โ
I realized the poor boy was quite scared, which I couldnโt hold against him, but it did startle me. Carter was my big brother, after allโolder, more sophisticated, the one who traveled the world with Dad. Big brothers are the ones who are supposed to pull their punches. Little sistersโwell, we should be able to hit as hard as we like, shouldnโt we? But I realized that possibly, just possibly, Iโd been a bit harsh with him.
โLook,โ I said. โWe need to help Dad, yes? Thereโs got to be some powerful stuff in that library, otherwise Amos wouldnโt keep it locked up. You do want to help Dad?โ
Carter shifted uncomfortably. โYeah…of course.โ
Well, that was one problem sorted, so we headed for the library. But as soon as Khufu saw what we were up to, he scrambled off the sofa with his basketball and jumped in front of the library doors. Who knew baboons were so speedy? He barked at us, and I have to say baboons have enormous fangs. And theyโre not any prettier when theyโve been chewing up exotic pink birds.
Carter tried to reason with him. โKhufu, weโre not going to steal anything. We just wantโโ
โAgh!โ Khufu dribbled his basketball angrily.
โCarter,โ I said, โyouโre not helping. Look here, Khufu. I have…ta-da!โ I held up a little yellow box of cereal Iโd taken from the buffet table. โCheerios! Ends with an -o. Yumsies!โ
โAghhh!โ Khufu grunted, more excited now than angry.
โWant it?โ I coaxed. โJust take it to the couch and pretend you didnโt see us, yes?โ
I threw the cereal towards the couch, and the baboon lunged after it. He grabbed the box in midair and was so excited, he ran straight up the wall and sat on the fireplace mantel, where he began gingerly picking out Cheerios and eating them one at a time.
Carter looked at me with grudging admiration. โHow did youโโ โSome of us think ahead. Now, letโs open these doors.โ
That was not so easily done. They were made of thick wood laced with giant steel chains and padlocked. Complete overkill.
Carter stepped forward. He tried to raise the doors by lifting his hand, which had been quite impressive the night before, only now accomplished nothing.
He shook the chains the old-fashioned way, then yanked on the padlocks. โNo good,โ he said.
Ice needles tingled on the back of my neck. It was almost as if someone
โor somethingโwas whispering an idea in my head. โWhat was that word Amos used at breakfast with the saucer?โ
โFor โjoinโ?โ Carter said. โHi-nehm or something.โ โNo, the other one, for โdestroyโ.โ
โUh, ha-di. But youโd need to know magic and the hieroglyphics, wouldnโt you? And even thenโโ
I raised my hand toward the door. I pointed with two fingers and my thumbโan odd gesture Iโd never made before, like a make-believe gun except with the thumb parallel to the ground.
โHa-di!โ
Bright gold hieroglyphs burned against the largest padlock.
And the doors exploded. Carter hit the floor as chains shattered and splinters flew all over the Great Room. When the dust cleared, Carter got up, covered in wood shavings. I seemed to be fine. Muffin circled my feet, mewing contentedly, as if this were all very normal.
Carter stared at me. โHow exactlyโโ
โDonโt know,โ I admitted. โBut the libraryโs open.โ
โThink you overdid it a little? Weโre going to be in so much troubleโโ
us.โ
โWeโll just figure out a way to zap the door back, wonโt we?โ
โNo more zapping, please,โ Carter said. โThat explosion couldโve killed
โOh, do you think if you tried that spell on a personโโ โNo!โ He stepped back nervously.
I felt gratified that I could make him squirm, but I tried not to smile.
โLetโs just explore the library, shall we?โ
The truth was, I couldnโt have ha-di-ed anyone. As soon as I stepped forward, I felt so faint that I almost collapsed.
Carter caught me as I stumbled. โYou okay?โ
โFine,โ I managed, though I didnโt feel fine. โIโm tiredโโmy stomach rumbledโโand famished.โ
โYou just ate a huge breakfast.โ
It was true, but I felt as if I hadnโt had food in weeks. โNever mind,โ I told him. โIโll manage.โ
Carter studied me skeptically. โThose hieroglyphs you created were golden. Dad and Amos both used blue. Why?โ
โMaybe everyone has his own color,โ I suggested. โMaybe youโll get hot pink.โ
โVery funny.โ
โCome on, pink wizard,โ I said. โInside we go.โ
The library was so amazing, I almost forgot my dizziness. It was bigger than Iโd imagined, a round chamber sunk deep into solid rock, like a giant well. This didnโt make sense, as the mansion was sitting on top of a warehouse, but then again nothing else about the place was exactly normal.
From the platform where we stood, a staircase descended three stories to the bottom floor. The walls, floor, and domed ceiling were all decorated with multicolored pictures of people, gods, and monsters. Iโd seen such illustrations in Dadโs books (yes, all right, sometimes when I was in the Piccadilly bookshop Iโd wander into the Egypt section and sneak a look at Dadโs books, just to feel some connection to him, not because I wanted to read them) but the pictures in the books had always been faded and smudged. These in the library looked newly painted, making the entire room a work of art.
โItโs beautiful,โ I said.
A blue starry sky glittered on the ceiling, but it wasnโt a solid field of blue. Rather, the sky was painted in a strange swirling pattern. I realized it was shaped like a woman. She lay curled on her sideโher body, arms, and legs dark blue and dotted with stars. Below, the library floor was done in a similar way, the green-and-brown earth shaped into a manโs body, dotted with forests and hills and cities. A river snaked across his chest.
The library had no books. Not even bookshelves. Instead, the walls were honeycombed with round cubbyholes, each one holding a sort of plastic cylinder.
At each of the four compass points, a ceramic statue stood on a pedestal. The statues were half-size humans wearing kilts and sandals, with glossy black wedge-shaped haircuts and black eyeliner around their eyes.
[Carter says the eyeliner stuff is called kohl, as if it matters.]
At any rate, one statue held a stylus and scroll. Another held a box.
Another held a short, hooked staff. The last was empty-handed.
โSadie.โ Carter pointed to the center of the room. Sitting on a long stone table was Dadโs workbag.
Carter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm. โHang on. What about traps?โ
He frowned. โTraps?โ
โDidnโt Egyptian tombs have traps?โ
โWell…sometimes. But this isnโt a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curseโโ
โOh, lovely. That sounds so much better.โ
He trotted down the steps, which made me feel quite ridiculous, as Iโm usually the one to forge ahead. But I supposed if someone had to get cursed with a burning skin rash or attacked by a magical donkey, it was better Carter than me.
We made it to the middle of the room with no excitement. Carter opened the bag. Still no traps or curses. He brought out the strange box Dad had used in the British Museum.
It was made of wood, and about the right size to hold a loaf of French bread. The lid was decorated much like the library, with gods and monsters and sideways-walking people.
โHow did the Egyptians move like that?โ I wondered. โAll sideways with their arms and legs out. It seems quite silly.โ
Carter gave me one of his God, youโre stupid looks. โThey didnโt walk like that in real life, Sadie.โ
โWell, why are they painted like that, then?โ
โThey thought paintings were like magic. If you painted yourself, you had to show all your arms and legs. Otherwise, in the afterlife you might be reborn without all your pieces.โ
โThen why the sideways faces? They never look straight at you. Doesnโt that mean theyโll lose the other side of their face?โ
Carter hesitated. โI think they were afraid the picture would be too human if it was looking right at you. It might try to become you.โ
โSo is there anything they werenโt afraid of?โ
โLittle sisters,โ Carter said. โIf they talked too much, the Egyptians
threw them to the crocodiles.โ
He had me for a second. I wasnโt used to him displaying a sense of humor. Then I punched him. โJust open the bloody box.โ
The first thing he pulled out was a lump of white gunk. โWax,โ Carter pronounced.
โFascinating.โ I picked up a wooden stylus and a palette with small indentations in its surface for ink, then a few glass jars of the ink itselfโ black, red, and gold. โAnd a prehistoric painting set.โ
Carter pulled out several lengths of brown twine, a small ebony cat statue, and a thick roll of paper. No, not paper. Papyrus. I remembered Dad explaining how the Egyptians made it from a river plant because they never invented paper. The stuff was so thick and rough, it made me wonder if the poor Egyptians had had to use toilet papyrus. If so, no wonder they walked sideways.
Finally I pulled out a wax figurine. โEw,โ I said.
He was a tiny man, crudely fashioned, as if the maker had been in a hurry. His arms were crossed over his chest, his mouth was open, and his legs were cut off at the knees. A lock of human hair was wrapped round his waist.
Muffin jumped on the table and sniffed the little man. She seemed to think him quite interesting.
โThereโs nothing here,โ Carter said.
โWhat do you want?โ I asked. โWeโve got wax, some toilet papyrus, an ugly statueโโ
โSomething to explain what happened to Dad. How do we get him back?
Who was that fiery man he summoned?โ
I held up the wax man. โYou heard him, warty little troll. Tell us what you know.โ
I was just messing about. But the wax man became soft and warm like flesh. He said, โI answer the call.โ
I screamed and dropped him on his tiny head. Well, can you blame me? โOw!โ he said.
Muffin came over to have a sniff, and the little man started cursing in another language, possibly Ancient Egyptian. When that didnโt work, he screeched in English: โGo away! Iโm not a mouse!โ
I scooped up Muffin and put her on the floor.
Carterโs face had gone as soft and waxy as the little manโs. โWhat are you?โ he asked.
โIโm a shabti, of course!โ The figurine rubbed his dented head. He still looked quite lumpish, only now he was a living lump. โMaster calls me Doughboy, though I find the name insulting. You may call me Supreme- Force-Who-Crushes-His-Enemies!โ
face.
โAll right, Doughboy,โ I said.
He scowled at me, I think, though it was hard to tell with his mashed-up
โYou werenโt supposed to trigger me! Only the master does that.โ โThe master, meaning Dad,โ I guessed. โEr, Julius Kane?โ
โThatโs him,โ Doughboy grumbled. โAre we done yet? Have I fulfilled
my service?โ
Carter stared at me blankly, but I thought I was beginning to understand. โSo, Doughboy,โ I told the lump. โYou were triggered when I picked you
up and gave you a direct order: Tell us what you know. Is that correct?โ
Doughboy crossed his stubby arms. โYouโre just toying with me now. Of course thatโs correct. Only the master is supposed to be able to trigger me, by the way. I donโt know how you did it, but heโll blast you to pieces when he finds out.โ
Carter cleared his throat. โDoughboy, the master is our dad, and heโs missing. Heโs been magically sent away somehow and we need your helpโโ
โMaster is gone?โ Doughboy smiled so widely, I thought his wax face would split open. โFree at last! See you, suckers!โ
He lunged for the end of the table but forgot he had no feet. He landed on his face, then began crawling toward the edge, dragging himself with his hands. โFree! Free!โ
He fell off the table and onto the floor with a thud, but that didnโt seem to discourage him. โFree! Free!โ
He made it another centimeter or two before I picked him up and threw him in Dadโs magic box. Doughboy tried to get out, but the box was just tall enough that he couldnโt reach the rim. I wondered if it had been designed that way.
โTrapped!โ he wailed. โTrapped!โ
โOh, shut up,โ I told him. โIโm the mistress now. And youโll answer my questions.โ
Carter raised his eyebrow. โHow come you get to be in charge?โ โBecause I was smart enough to activate him.โ
โYou were just joking around!โ
I ignored my brother, which is one of my many talents. โNow, Doughboy, first off, whatโs a shabti?โ
โWill you let me out of the box if I tell you?โ
โYou have to tell me,โ I pointed out. โAnd no, I wonโt.โ
He sighed. โShabti means answerer, as even the stupidest slave could tell you.โ
Carter snapped his fingers. โI remember now! The Egyptians made models out of wax or clayโservants to do every kind of job they could imagine in the afterlife. They were supposed to come to life when their master
called, so the deceased person could, like, kick back and relax and let the shabti do all his work for eternity.โ
โFirst,โ Doughboy snipped, โthat is typical of humans! Lazing around while we do all the work. Second, afterlife work is only one function of shabti. We are also used by magicians for a great number of things in this life, because magicians would be total incompetents without us. Third, if you know so much, why are you asking me?โ
โWhy did Dad cut off your legs,โ I wondered, โand leave you with a mouth?โ
โIโโ Doughboy clapped his little hands over his mouth. โOh, very funny. Threaten the wax statue. Big bully! He cut my legs off so I wouldnโt run away or come to life in perfect form and try to kill him, naturally. Magicians are very mean. They maim statues to control them. They are afraid of us!โ
โWould you come to life and try to kill him, had he made you perfectly?โ โProbably,โ Doughboy admitted. โAre we done?โ
โNot by half,โ I said. โWhat happened to our dad?โ
Doughboy shrugged. โHow should I know? But I see his wand and staff arenโt in the box.โ
โNo,โ Carter said. โThe staffโthe thing that turned into a snakeโit got incinerated. And the wand…is that the boomerang thing?โ
โThe boomerang thing?โ Doughboy said. โGods of Eternal Egypt, youโre dense. Of course thatโs his wand.โ
โIt got shattered,โ I said.
โTell me how,โ Doughboy demanded.
Carter told him the story. I wasnโt sure that was the best idea, but I supposed a ten-centimeter-tall statue couldnโt do us that much harm.
โThis is wonderful!โ Doughboy cried. โWhy?โ I asked. โIs Dad still alive?โ
โNo!โ Doughboy said. โHeโs almost certainly dead. The five gods of the Demon Days released? Wonderful! And anyone who duels with the Red Lord
โโ
โWait,โ I said. โI order you to tell me what happened.โ
โHa!โ Doughboy said. โI only have to tell you what I know. Making educated guesses is a completely different task. I declare my service fulfilled!โ
With that, he turned back to lifeless wax.
โWait!โ I picked him up again and shook him. โTell me your educated guesses!โ
Nothing happened.
โMaybe heโs got a timer,โ Carter said. โLike only once a day. Or maybe you broke him.โ
โCarter, make a helpful suggestion! What do we do now?โ
He looked at the four ceramic statues on their pedestals. โMaybeโโ โOther shabti?โ
โWorth a shot.โ
If the statues were answerers, they werenโt very good at it. We tried holding them while giving them orders, though they were quite heavy. We tried pointing at them and shouting. We tried asking nicely. They gave us no answers at all.
I grew so frustrated I wanted to ha-di them into a million pieces, but I was still so hungry and tired, I had the feeling that spell would not be good for my health.
Finally we decided to check the cubbyholes round the walls. The plastic cylinders were the kind you might find at a drive-through bankโthe kind that shoot up and down the pneumatic tubes. Inside each case was a papyrus scroll. Some looked new. Some looked thousands of years old. Each canister was labeled in hieroglyphs and (fortunately) in English.
โThe Book of the Heavenly Cow,โ Carter read on one. โWhat kind of name is that? Whatโve you got, The Heavenly Badger?โ
โNo,โ I said. โThe Book of Slaying Apophis.โ
Muffin meowed in the corner. When I looked over, her tail was puffed
up.
โWhatโs wrong with her?โ I asked.
โApophis was a giant snake monster,โ Carter muttered. โHe was bad
news.โ
Muffin turned and raced up the stairs, back into the Great Room. Cats.
No accounting for them.
Carter opened another scroll. โSadie, look at this.โ
Heโd found a papyrus that was quite long, and most of the text on it seemed to be lines of hieroglyphs.
โCan you read any of this?โ Carter asked.
I frowned at the writing, and the odd thing was, I couldnโt read itโ except for one line at the top. โOnly that bit where the title should be. It says…Blood of the Great House. What does that mean?โ
โGreat house,โ Carter mused. โWhat do the words sound like in Egyptian?โ
โPer-roh. Oh, itโs pharaoh, isnโt it? But I thought a pharaoh was a king?โ โIt is,โ Carter said. โThe word literally means โgreat house,โ like the
kingโs mansion. Sort of like referring to the president as โthe White House.โ So here it probably means more like Blood of the Pharaohs, all of them, the whole lineage of all the dynasties, not just one guy.โ
โSo why do I care about the pharaohsโ blood, and why canโt I read any of the rest?โ
Carter stared at the lines. Suddenly his eyes widened. โTheyโre names.
Look, theyโre all written inside cartouches.โ
โExcuse me?โ I asked, because cartouche sounded like a rather rude word, and I pride myself on knowing those.
โThe circles,โ Carter explained. โThey symbolize magic ropes. Theyโre supposed to protect the holder of the name from evil magic.โ He eyed me. โAnd possibly also from other magicians reading their names.โ
โOh, youโre mental,โ I said. But I looked at the lines, and saw what he meant. All the other words were protected by cartouches, and I couldnโt make sense of them.
โSadie,โ Carter said, his voice urgent. He pointed to a cartouche at the very end of the listโthe last entry in what looked to be a catalogue of thousands.
Inside the circle were two simple symbols, a basket and a wave. โKN,โ Carter announced. โI know this one. Itโs our name, KANE.โ
โMissing a few letters, isnโt it?โ
Carter shook his head. โEgyptians usually didnโt write vowels. Only consonants. You have to figure out the vowel sounds from context.โ
โThey really were nutters. So that could be KON or IKON or KNEE or AKNE.โ
โIt could be,โ Carter agreed. โBut itโs our name, Kane. I asked Dad to write it for me in hieroglyphs once, and thatโs how he did it. But why are we in this list? And what is โblood of the pharaohsโ?โ
That icy tingle started on the back of my neck. I remembered what Amos had said, about both sides of our family being very ancient. Carterโs eyes met mine, and judging from his expression, he was having the same thought.
โThereโs no way,โ I protested.
โMust be some kind of joke,โ he agreed. โNobody keeps family records that far back.โ
I swallowed, my throat suddenly very dry. So many odd things had happened to us in the last day, but it was only when I saw our name in that book that I finally began to believe all this mad Egyptian stuff was real. Gods, magicians, monsters…and our family was tied into it.
Ever since breakfast, when it occurred to me that Dad had been trying to
bring Mum back from the dead, a horrible emotion had been trying to take hold of me. And it wasnโt dread. Yes, the whole idea was creepy, much creepier than the shrine my grandparents kept in the hall cupboard to my dead mother. And yes, I told you I try not to live in the past and nothing could change the fact that my mum was gone. But Iโm a liar. The truth was, Iโd had one dream ever since I was six: to see my mum again. To actually get to know her, talk to her, go shopping, do anything. Just be with her once so I could have a better memory to hold on to. The feeling I was trying to shake was hope. I knew I was setting myself up for colossal hurt. But if it really were possible to bring her back, then I wouldโve blown up any number of Rosetta Stones to make it happen.
โLetโs keep looking,โ I said.
After a few more minutes, I found a picture of some of animal-headed gods, five in a row, with a starry woman figure arching over them protectively like an umbrella. Dad had released five gods. Hmm.
โCarter,โ I called. โWhatโs this, then?โ
He came to have a look and his eyes lit up.
โThatโs it!โ he announced. โThese five…and up here, their mother, Nut.โ I laughed. โA goddess named Nut? Is her last name Case?โ
โVery funny,โ Carter said. โShe was the goddess of the sky.โ
He pointed to the painted ceilingโthe lady with the blue star-spangled skin, same as in the scroll.
โSo what about her?โ I asked.
Carter knit his eyebrows. โSomething about the Demon Days. It had to do with the birth of these five gods, but itโs been a long time since Dad told me the story. This whole scroll is written in hieratic, I think. Thatโs like hieroglyph cursive. Can you read it?โ
I shook my head. Apparently, my particular brand of insanity only applied to regular hieroglyphs.
โI wish I could find the story in English,โ Carter said.
Just then there was a cracking noise behind us. The empty-handed clay statue hopped off his pedestal and marched towards us. Carter and I scrambled to get out of his way, but he walked straight past us, grabbed a cylinder from its cubbyhole and brought it to Carter.
โItโs a retrieval shabti,โ I said. โA clay librarian!โ
Carter swallowed nervously and took the cylinder. โUm…thanks.โ
The statue marched back to his pedestal, jumped on, and hardened again into regular clay.
โI wonder…โ I faced the shabti. โSandwich and chips, please!โ
Sadly, none of the statues jumped down to serve me. Perhaps food wasnโt allowed in the library.
Carter uncapped the cylinder and unrolled the papyrus. He sighed with
relief. โThis version is in English.โ
As he scanned the text, his frown got deeper. โYou donโt look happy,โ I noticed.
โBecause I remember the story now. The five gods…if Dad really released them, it isnโt good news.โ
โHang on,โ I said. โStart from the beginning.โ
Carter took a shaky breath. โOkay. So the sky goddess, Nut, was married to the earth god, Geb.โ
โThat would be this chap on the floor?โ I tapped my foot on the big green man with the river and hills and forests all over his body.
โRight,โ Carter said. โAnyway, Geb and Nut wanted to have kids, but the king of the gods, Raโhe was the sun godโheard this bad prophecy that a child of Nutโโ
โChild of Nut,โ I snickered. โSorry, go on.โ
โโa child of Geb and Nut would one day replace Ra as king. So when Ra learned that Nut was pregnant, Ra freaked out. He forbade Nut to give birth to her children on any day or night of the year.โ
I crossed my arms. โSo what, she had to stay pregnant forever? Thatโs awfully mean.โ
Carter shook his head. โNut figured out a way. She set up a game of dice with the moon god, Khons. Every time Khons lost, he had to give Nut some of his moonlight. He lost so many times, Nut won enough moonlight to create five new days and tag them on to the end of the year.โ
โOh, please,โ I said. โFirst, how can you gamble moonlight? And if you did, how could you make extra days out of it?โ
โItโs a story!โ Carter protested. โAnyway, the Egyptian calendar had three hundred and sixty days in the year, just like the three hundred and sixty degrees in a circle. Nut created five days and added them to the end of the yearโdays that were not part of the regular year.โ
โThe Demon Days,โ I guessed. โSo the myth explains why a year has three hundred and sixty-five days. And I suppose she had her childrenโโ
โDuring those five days,โ Carter agreed. โOne kid per day.โ
โAgain, how do you have five children in a row, each on a different day?โ
โTheyโre gods,โ Carter said. โThey can do stuff like that.โ โMakes as much sense as the name Nut. But please, go on.โ
โSo when Ra found out, he was furious, but it was too late. The children were already born. Their names were Osirisโโ
โThe one Dad was after.โ
โThen Horus, Set, Isis, and, um…โ Carter consulted his scroll. โNephthys. I always forget that one.โ
โAnd the fiery man in the museum said, you have released all five.โ
โExactly. What if they were imprisoned together and Dad didnโt realize it? They were born together, so maybe they had to be summoned back into the world together. The thing is, one of these guys, Set, was a really bad dude. Like, the villain of Egyptian mythology. The god of evil and chaos and desert storms.โ
I shivered. โDid he perhaps have something to do with fire?โ
Carter pointed to one of the figures in the picture. The god had an animal head, but I couldnโt quite make out which sort of animal: Dog? Anteater? Evil bunny rabbit? Whichever it was, his hair and his clothes were bright red.
โThe Red Lord,โ I said.
โSadie, thereโs more,โ Carter said. โThose five daysโthe Demon Days
โwere bad luck in Ancient Egypt. You had to be careful, wear good luck charms, and not do anything important or dangerous on those days. And in the British Museum, Dad told Set: Theyโll stop you before the Demon Days are over.โ
โSurely you donโt think he meant us,โ I said. โWeโre supposed to stop this Set character?โ
Carter nodded. โAnd if the last five days of our calendar year still count as the Egyptian Demon Daysโtheyโd start on December 27, the day after tomorrow.โ
The shabti seemed to be staring at me expectantly, but I had not the slightest idea what to do. Demon Days and evil bunny godsโif I heard one more impossible thing, my head would explode.
And the worst of it? The little insistent voice in the back of my head saying: Itโs not impossible. To save Dad, we must defeat Set.
As if that had been on my to-do list for Christmas hols. See Dadโcheck. Develop strange powersโcheck. Defeat an evil god of chaosโcheck. The whole idea was mad!
Suddenly there was a loud crash, as if something had broken in the Great Room. Khufu began barking in alarm.
Carter and I locked eyes. Then we ran for the stairs.