Heya Everyone,
:-) hope you are all having a great week? it has thrown me this week because I am not getting my usual day off so keep thinking it's my day off tomorrow to only find it's not !
but hey ho will keep on going until my day off actually comes and then will be a happy bunny. I am really into this story at the moment called "Princess" not sure who it's by but the author is damn amazing! it's like set in a mythical , medieval Italy (I love Italy) and has the same vibe as Game of Thrones where you don't have a clue who is going to remain safe and who is gonna be killed !
As soon as I find out the author will let you guys know honestly though... reading it has made me laugh, cry and get really , really angry which is what I want to achieve with the novels I write... I really hope that you guys feel attached to my characters as much as I do....
Anyway enough waffling on from me..... let's commence with the story shall we.....
Happy READING and thank you XXXXXX C XXXXX
......................................................................................................................................................................... A speech of Mer-irtief (mri-jr.tj.fj) to Nebet-itief (nb.t-jtj=f):
... Behold, I am the one you loved on earth.
(Cairo-Museum)
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The darkness engulfed her as chants filled the stifling air. Light from the torches caused shadows to flicker across the stone walls as the procession went deeper and deeper into the cliffs and under the now cool ground.
Chamber after chamber, was suddenly illuminated, looming out of the pitch black darkness, where the Ka lingered on, the life force of the akh.
The hieroglyphics on the walls, their eyes gleamed with life as they watched, guarding the dead, watching the living with tentative and curious gazes.
A methodical drumbeat resonated through the small passageways as the party of priests and priestesses, the Pharaoh and the court approached the anti-chamber. Images of the past haunted the present as the lines blurred and the Akhu of the Pharoh came alive again.
Passing the golden statues that represented the God of the dead, they entered.
"Lo,Osiris"
The priests stood around the offering altar, their voices a low mumble as they continued to chant. Khepri was with the Priestesses, who stood opposite. She stood next to Pili whose eyes were fixed upon Asim as he stared towards the offering table, chanting with the rest of the men.
Khepri gave her a small nudge in the ribs just to point out that it was obvious she was staring.
Pili turned to look at her, her eyes burning bright, in the light of the dancing flames and gave her a wink before whispering mischievously
"I want him to see me looking, maybe just maybe I will take his fancy"
" Well good luck with that" retorted Khepri
" All he see's is Lady Hathor or if not her, then the gods" she carried on, making sure her voice was a low whisper.
Pili frowned a deep line marring her otherwise perfect complexion.
YOU ARE READING
The Morning Sun
RomanceA story set in Ancient Egypt in the time of Ramesses the Great. A young girl called Khepri ( meaning the morning sun) is brought up in the palace alongside the Pharaoh's children, until one day her world is shattered and she is sent to train as a pr...
