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I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British Museum. My name is Carter Kane. I’m fourteen and my home is a suitcase.
Muffin never seemed to get older or bigger.
She's a god(dess)
“Good-bye, Osiris,” the fiery man said. With another flick of his hand, he conjured a glowing coffin around our dad.
“I’m Julius’s brother.
“Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It’s best we stay separate.”
Greek
Our family, the Kane family, has been part of the House of Life almost since the beginning. And your mother’s family is almost as ancient.”
“Bast,” Carter interrupted. “Your pendant—it’s the symbol of Bast, goddess of cats.
“Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.”
‘Go forth, good king.’
They used to blast godlings to dust in the first few minutes.”
I was afraid to try it, but I thought: Horus? Well, it’s about time, the other voice said. Hello, Carter. “Oh, no,” I said, panic rising in my chest. “No, no, no. Somebody get a can opener. I’ve got a god stuck in my head.”
“Spirit travel and death are very similar.”
Nico?
“Item of power,” I said. “
Prily his guitar
