A Truly Great Artist Has Many Talents.

We Need A Shroud. A Shroud For The Son Of Hermes.

Oh No." I Said Panic Rising In My Chest. "no, No, No, Somebody Get A Can Opener. I've Got A God In My Head!!

Sadie Got Up And Kissed Amos On The Forehead. “leave It To Us, Uncle. I’ve Got A Plan.” “that,” I Said, “sounds Like Very Bad News.

I Stared At The River Far Below. "why Did You Park Us On The Mountain? Why Not Closer?" Bast Shrugged, As If This Hadn't Occurred To Her. "cats Like To Get As High Up As Possible. In Case We Have To Pounce On Something." "great," I Said. "so If We Have To Pounce, We're All Set.

A Long White Ribbon Shot Out Of The Crack In The Wall. The Ribbon Just Kept Coming, Weaving Itself Into Some Kind Of Shape Next To Anubis, And My First Thought Was, My God, He’s Got A Magic Roll Of Toilet Paper.