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How I hate those. If only Riordan didn't put it in. But that'd erase, like, fifty pages of the book. But, oh well, he did. And I must say, I wasn't entirely satisfied with the way it concluded. It seemed so predictable. I won't say any more, because I know if I was reading this, I would be freaking out. Actually, there are several, but that's the one I'm going to use.

Sorry, Sadie. So, no more. But it really wasn't an awful way of dealing with it, just a bit And predictable. Minor spoiler ahead--a sort of easter egg not important to the plot in any way, but I liked discovering it for myself.

She's the sort of girl that calls you "hon" and "sweetie" after lots of not-so-subtle insults pretending to be disguised as compliments are hurled your way. She also has long curls and pink eyeliner. Does any of that sound familiar?

If you've read The Lost Hero, it should be! She doesn't seem to have changed much. Or at all. The man jutted out his chin. You want a show of faith. You'll never save the scroll, but go for the golden box. That'll give you a clue about what you need, if you're smart enough to understand it. Day after tomorrow at sunset, dol. Then my offer expires, 'cause that's when I get permanently - " He choked. His eyes widened. He strained as if a noose were tightening around his neck.

He slowly melted back into the wal. Of course not, I thought. What fun would it be if other people saw my vision of Uncle Vinnie? Then I couldn't wonder if I were going stark raving mad. The entrance to the next room was flanked by two giant obsidian The entrance to the next room was flanked by two giant obsidian sphinxes with the bodies of lions and the heads of rams. Carter says that particular type of sphinx is caled a criosphinx. We were all dying to know that bit of useless information.

I'll need to modify them to let you through. Carter puled me aside. Probably just one of Apophis's tricks, but Walt was staring at a golden throne in a glass case. He leaned forward with one hand on the glass as if he might be sick. I moved to Walt's side. Light from the exhibit bathed his face, turning his features reddish brown like the hils of Egypt. I read the display card.

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It didn't say anything about Tut dying in the chair, but Walt sounded very sure. Perhaps he could sense the family curse.

King Tut was Walt's great-times-a-bilion granduncle, and the same genetic poison that kiled Tut at nineteen was now coursing through Walt's bloodstream, getting stronger the more he practiced magic. Yet Walt refused to slow down. Looking at the throne of his ancestor, he must have felt as if he were reading his own obituary.

We both knew our chances of defeating Apophis were slim. Even if we succeeded, there was no guarantee Walt would live long enough to enjoy the victory.

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Today was one of Walt's good days, and still I could see the pain in his eyes. A life-sized wooden Anubis stared down from his pedestal. Atop a replica of the scales of justice sat a golden baboon, which Khufu immediately started flirting with. There were masks of pharaohs, maps of the Underworld, and loads of canopic jars that had once been filed with mummy organs. Carter passed all that by. He gathered us around a long papyrus scroll in a glass case on the back wal.

You do realize that even the best spels against Apophis aren't very effective. It was another copy of the same scroll. It was no bigger than a postcard and too charred to let us make out more than a few hieroglyphs. Hundreds of copies have survived from ancient times. As far as we can tel, only six copies existed.

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Apophis has already burned five. This is the last one. No spell could possibly stop him. Why hasn't about a few scrols? Why hasn't he already destroyed the world? He wants to make sure all copies are destroyed before he invades the world.

It was roughly two meters long and a halfmeter tal, with dense lines of hieroglyphs and colorful ilustrations. I'd seen loads of scrols like this describing ways to defeat Chaos, with chants designed to keep the serpent Apophis from devouring the sun god Ra on his nightly journey through the Duat. Ancient Egyptians had been quite obsessed with this subject.

Cheery bunch, those Egyptians. I could read the hieroglyphs - one of my many amazing talents - but the scroll was a lot to take in. At first glance, nothing struck me as particularly helpful. There were the usual descriptions of the River of Night, down which Ra's sun boat traveled. Been there, thanks. There were tips on how to handle the various demons of the Duat.

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Kiled them. Got the T-shirt. I barely had the patience for magazines, much less musty scrols. You'd never understand it, the face in the wall had warned. Khufu shrieked and leaped into the arms of the golden baboon. Felix's penguins waddled around franticaly. The party! I glared at my brother.

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Do we really face decades of peace and prosperity in a world dominated by a single free, civilized and reflective superpower with primarily mercantile interests? Shall we and our children live out our threescore and ten in the security of bourgeois triumphalism, free to accumulate money, enrich our arts and advance our sciences?

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Sacrifice of our children; by Cybergooch. In all the ages that have passed, the angel has witnessed wars, disasters, plagues and more. Still, after all this time and all those souls gathered, the thing that he finds the most deplorable is the parent who fears death so much that they would give up their own child to go in their place.

Who could do such a thing?

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