Horus non numero nisi serenas (I count only the sunny hours).
More minions!” he shouted. “Come to me!” That couldn’t be good. Another round of giant crocs and we’d be dead. Why don’t we get minions? I complained to Horus, but he didn’t answer.
I was there, the day that Horus killed the Emperor
I, Horus, son of Osiris, claim the throne of the heavens as my birthright!" he shouted. "What was once mine shall be mine again. Is there anyone who would challenge me?" The gods flickered and glowed. A few scowled. One muttered something that sounded like "Cheese", although that could've been my imagination.
Isis and Horus," he said. "I see you've found new bodies.
Happy Birthday!' I yelled, 'Now, shut up!