“How do you have five children in a row, each on a different say?”“They’re gods,” Carter said. “They can do stuff like that.”

“You're Dionysus," I said. "The god of wine."Mr. D rolled his eyes. "What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say 'Well duh!'?"Y-yes, Mr. D."Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?" You're a god."Yes, child."A god. You.”

“There’s nothing here,” Carter said.“What do you want?” I asked. “We’ve got wax, some toilet papyrus, an ugly statue.”

“[Carter just asked when I became a ram whisperer. Do shut up, Carter]”

“Why are they so sad?” I asked.“Well, they’re dead,” Carter speculated.”

“The Ancient Egyptians were not fools, Carter. They built the pyramids. They created the first great nation state. Their civilization lasted thousands of years.”“Yeah,” I said. “And now they’re gone.”

“They know they’ve won,” Carter guessed. “They’re making a show of it.”“Yes,” Amos said.“Well, let’s blow up the boats or something!” I said.Amos looked at me. “Is that your strategy, honestly?”