“Somewhere behind me, Zia yelled, "Hippo!" Which I thought was a little late.

~Carter Kane”

“I would've hit the water hard, but at the last second I changed into a falcon.

~Carter Kane”

“My name is Carter Kane. I'm fourteen and my home is a suitcase.”

“For an absurd moment, I wondered if Ammit devoured the hearts of wicked cows, and if he liked the beefy taste.

- Carter Kane”

“How does it taste?” Carter wondered.
Zia smiled. “Stick out your tongue.”
To answer Carter’s question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires.
“Ugh.” I spit a blue gob of “order and harmony” into the fountain.”

“Carter Kane, 14, died tragically in Paris when he was eaten by his sister’s cat Muffin.”

“Carter, not to be unkind," I said, "but the last few months you've been seeing messages about Zia. Two weeks ago, you thought she was sending you a distress call in your mashed potatoes."
"It was a Z! Carved right in the potatoes!”

“There was a Christian redaction of the historical vision of reality, associated especially with the thought of St. Augustine of Hippo.”

“Hey, guys!" Grover yelled somewhere above us. "I think she's unconscious!"
"Roooaaarrr!"
"Maybe not," Grover corrected.”

“Shut up!" Eve yelled from somewhere upstairs. "Jackass!"
"You know, when people say that, I just hear the word awesome”