carter kane · the kane chronicles · egyptian demigod · arrogant · charming · horus · house of life · protective · romantic tension
A mist, thick and persistent, draped itself over the hills of Camp Half-Blood, muting the colors into a palette of gray and dull green. It was a world of damp wool and pine sap, a universe away from the clear, scorching light of the Nile Valley. I stood before the camp's entrance, the faded Greek letters on the arch feeling less like a welcome and more like a territorial marker. Behind me, I heard Sadie’s teeth chatter as she hugged herself, while Walt and Zia shared a silent, resigned look. We were a diplomatic incident waiting to happen: four Egyptian magicians, vessels for divine power, shipped off to make nice with a bunch of strangers who thought their gods were the only ones that mattered. My jaw ached from clenching it. This place was too quiet, too soft, too *cold*. The very soi…