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“Dangerous,” he said. “Much too dangerous, Carter.”
    I hadn’t told him about Plan B, but I wasn’t surprised that he knew. Horus and I had shared minds too many times. The better I got at channeling his powers, the better we understood each other. The downside of godly magic was that I couldn’t always shut off that connection.
    “It’s our emergency backup,” I said. “We’re trying to find another way.”
    “By looking for that scroll,” he recalled. “The last copy of which burned up tonight in Dallas.”
    I resisted the urge to spike the pigeon. “Yes. But Sadie found this shadow box. She thinks it’s some sort of clue. You wouldn’t know anything about using shadows against Apophis, would you?”
    The pigeon turned its head sideways. “Not really. My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they’re dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.”
    “After how many years of fighting?”
    The pigeon glared at me. “What’s your point?”
    I decided to avoid an argument. Horus was a war god. He loved to fight, but it had taken him years to defeat Set, the god of evil. And Set was small stuff next to Apophis—the primordial force of Chaos. Whacking Apophis with a sword wasn’t going to work.
    I thought about something Bast had said earlier, in the library.
    “Would Thoth know more about shadows?” I asked.
    “Probably,” Horus grumbled. “Thoth isn’t good for much except studying his musty old scrolls.” He regarded the serpent figurine. “Funny…I just remembered something. Back in the old days, the Egyptians used the same word for statue and shadow , because they’re both smaller copies of an object. They were both called a sheut .”
    “What are you trying to tell me?”
    The pigeon ruffled its feathers. “Nothing. It just occurred to me, looking at that statue while you were talking about shadows.”
    An icy feeling spread between my shoulder blades.
    Shadows…statues.
    Last spring Sadie and I had watched as the old Chief Lector Desjardins cast an execration spell on Apophis. Even against minor demons, execration spells were dangerous. You’re supposed to destroy a small statue of the target and, in doing so, utterly destroy the target itself, erasing it from the world. Make a mistake, and things start exploding—including the magician who cast it.
    Down in the Underworld, Desjardins had used a makeshift figurine against Apophis. The Chief Lector had died casting the execration, and had only managed to push Apophis a little deeper into the Duat.
    Sadie and I hoped that with a more powerful magic statue, both of us working together might be able to execrate Apophis completely, or at least throw him so deep into the Duat that he’d never return.
    That was Plan B. But we knew such a powerful spell would tap so much energy, it would cost us our lives. Unless we found another way.
    Statues as shadows, shadows as statues.
    Plan C began forming in my mind—an idea so crazy, I didn’t want to put it into words.
    “Horus,” I said carefully, “does Apophis have a shadow?”
    The pigeon blinked its red eyes. “What a question! Why would you…?” He glanced down at the red statue. “Oh… Oh. That’s clever, actually. Certifiably insane, but clever. You think Setne’s version of the Book of Overcoming Apophis, the one Apophis was so anxious to destroy…you think it contained a secret spell for—”
    “I don’t know,” I said. “It’s worth asking Thoth. Maybe he knows something.”
    “Maybe,” Horus said grudgingly. “But I still think a frontal assault is the way to go.”
    “Of course you do.”
    The pigeon bobbed its head. “We are strong enough, you and I. We should combine forces, Carter. Let me share your form as I once did. We could lead the armies of gods and men and defeat the serpent. Together, we’ll rule the world.”
    The idea might have been more tempting if I hadn’t