The Complete Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan

but that wouldn’t be obvious to most people, especially people named Sadie. Yet she looked absolutely positive.
    “It’s a house,” she insisted. “And the bottom picture is the ankh, the symbol for life. Per Ankh—the House of Life.”
    “Very good, Sadie.” Amos looked impressed. “And this is a statue of the only god still allowed in the House of Life—at least, normally. Do you recognize him, Carter?”
    Just then it clicked: the bird was an ibis, an Egyptian river bird. “Thoth,” I said. “The god of knowledge. He invented writing.”
    “Indeed,” Amos said.
    “Why the animal heads?” Sadie asked. “All those Egyptian gods have animal heads. They look so silly.”
    “They don’t normally appear that way,” Amos said. “Not in real life.”
    “Real life?” I asked. “Come on. You sound like you’ve met them in person.”
    Amos’s expression didn’t reassure me. He looked as if he were remembering something unpleasant. “The gods could appear in many forms—usually fully human or fully animal, but occasionally as a hybrid form like this. They are primal forces, you understand, a sort of bridge between humanity and nature. They are depicted with animal heads to show that they exist in two different worlds at once. Do you understand?”
    “Not even a little,” Sadie said.
    “Mmm.” Amos didn’t sound surprised. “Yes, we have much training to do. At any rate, the god before you, Thoth, founded the House of Life, for which this mansion is the regional headquarters. Or at least…it used to be. I’m the only member left in the Twenty-first Nome. Or I was, until you two came along.”
    “Hang on.” I had so many questions I could hardly think where to start. “What is the House of Life? Why is Thoth the only god allowed here, and why are you—”
    “Carter, I understand how you feel.” Amos smiled sympathetically. “But these things are better discussed in daylight. You need to get some sleep, and I don’t want you to have nightmares.”
    “You think I can sleep?”
    “Mrow.” Muffin stretched in Sadie’s arms and let loose a huge yawn.
    Amos clapped his hands. “Khufu!”
    I thought he’d sneezed, because Khufu is a weird name, but then a little dude about three feet tall with gold fur and a purple shirt came clambering down the stairs. It took me a second to realize it was a baboon wearing an L.A. Lakers jersey.
    The baboon did a flip and landed in front of us. He showed off his fangs and made a sound that was half roar, half belch. His breath smelled like nacho-flavored Doritos.
    All I could think to say was, “The Lakers are my home team!”
    The baboon slapped his head with both hands and belched again.
    “Oh, Khufu likes you,” Amos said. “You’ll get along famously.”
    “Right.” Sadie looked dazed. “You’ve got a monkey butler. Why not?”
    Muffin purred in Sadie’s arms as if the baboon didn’t bother her at all.
    “Agh!” Khufu grunted at me.
    Amos chuckled. “He wants to go one-on-one with you, Carter. To, ah, see your game.”
    I shifted from foot to foot. “Um, yeah. Sure. Maybe tomorrow. But how can you understand—”
    “Carter, I’m afraid you’ll have a lot to get used to,” Amos said. “But if you’re going to survive and save your father, you have to get some rest.”
    “Sorry,” Sadie said, “did you say ‘survive and save our father’? Could you expand on that?”
    “Tomorrow,” Amos said. “We’ll begin your orientation in the morning. Khufu, show them to their rooms, please.”
    “Agh-uhh!” the baboon grunted. He turned and waddled up the stairs. Unfortunately, the Lakers jersey didn’t completely cover his multicolored rear.
    We were about to follow when Amos said, “Carter, the workbag, please. It’s best if I lock it in the library.”
    I hesitated. I’d almost forgotten the bag on my shoulder, but it was all I had left of my father. I didn’t even have our luggage because it was still locked up at the British