I held out my dad’s magic box and let it o, sure it would smash to the floor. Instead, the box disappeared.
“Cool,” I said. “Sure you I can get it back?”
“No,” Bast said. “Now come on!

“Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!”

“Puede que el mundo necesite que lo arreglen, pero vale la pena preservarlo.”

“I'll let you and Zia have some quality time," she told me. "Just the two of you…”

“Yeah, well. I don’t try to be awesome. It just comes natural.”