She was so warm, her drenched clothes had almost dried. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. She started muttering, and I could’ve sworn she said, “Dung balls. Time to roll the dung balls.â€
It might’ve been funny—except for the fact that she was dying.
“That’s Khepri talking,†Setne explained. “He’s the divine dung beetle, rolling the sun across the sky.â€
I didn’t want to process that—the idea that the girl I liked had been possessed by a dung beetle and was now having dreams about pushing a giant sphere of flaming poo across the sky.
— Rick Riordan
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