The Sign Read Mouse Pass Gas Frank:

Getting Something And Having The Wits To Use It...those Are Two Different Things.

Fighting Giants Was One Thing. Bacchus Making Into A Game Was Something Else.

I Disobeyed Ra's Wishes, And So He Ordered My Onw Father, Shu-" "hang On," I Said. "shoe?" "s-h-u," She Said. "the God Of The Wind." "on." I Wished These Gods Had Names That Wearn't Common Household Objects. "go On, Please.

The Other Thing That Troubled Me: Dad Was Clutching His Workbag. Usually When He Does That, It Means We're In Danger. Like The Time Gunmen Stormed Into Our Hotel In Cairo. I Heard Shots Coming From The Lobby And Ran Downstairs To Check On My Dad. By The Time I Got There, He Was Just Calmly Zipping Up His Workbag While Three Unconscious Gunmen Hung By Their Feet From The Chandelier, Their Robes Falling Over Their Heads So You Could See Their Boxer Shorts. Dad Claimed Not To Have Witnessed Anything, And In The End The Police Blamed A Freak Chandelier Malfunction.

I Thought About All The Things I Was Suddenly Able To Do—like Fight With A Sword And Summon A Magical Shell Of Armor. Those Were Not Things I Covered In Home School.