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“So you can’t live in Manhattan?” she asked. Amos’s brow furrowed as he looked across at the Empire State Building. “Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It’s best we stay separate.”
It was kind of hard to take Amos seriously, talking about summoning gods while he spread butter on a bagel.
“Right,” Sadie said. “And Set will just stand there calmly while I read him to death.”
I SLEPT LIKE THE DEAD, which I hoped wasn’t a sign of things to come.
“Lord Osiris lets me behead the wicked! I crush them in my wine press, and make wine for the dead!” I made a mental note never to drink the wine of the dead.
“How do you know so much?” “I’m the god of funerals. I know every death custom in the world—how to die properly, how to prepare the body and soul for the afterlife. I live for death.” “You must be fun at parties,” I said.
Dad checked his watch, which made me wonder what time zone the Land of the Dead was in.
