"Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow human." - Kahlil Gibran. As an aspiring writer and amateur journalist, (Y/n) Francois gropes for a compelling story just at the apex of the Jazz Age. Attempting to catch her break as an amateur journalist, she heads over to New York City, where she is reunited with an old friend of her brother's, Nick Carraway. Nick valiantly offers to let her stay with him while she searches for her next big break and she accepts. Little does she know that Nick - an old flame - still has feelings for her and tries tirelessly to impress her, even asking her to accompany him to Gatsby's celebration, where she meets the enigmatic man himself. Instantly, she feels a pull towards Gatsby that she cannot explain - something chemical - but will this attraction prove fatal if Gatsby cannot forget about his own beau, Daisy Buchanan?

" The Pharoah became uncomfortable. He suddenly didn't know where to look; his hazel eyes were fleeting and lingered on various hieroglyphs engraved into the walls while he licked his lips every-once-in-a-while as if he was thirsty. I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by the chin, holding it securely so that he stared me in the eyes. "What does the talisman do?" I repeated clearly, showing him I meant business. He grimaced, "It - it binds us." I rose my eyebrow, "Excuse me?" The man managed to wriggle out of my grasp, but his eyes remained pressed to mine regardless. "The rune is used for binding in some of our most sacred ceremonies. It transcends death and hatred, war or peace." Ahkmenrah said apologetically, "When you died, your soul was severed and captured in the Eye of Horus but it was also joined with the soul of another to make the change corporeal. My soul." My cheeks reddened, "Our souls have meshed together?" "Bonded, as Pharoah and queen," Ahkmenrah confirmed. " The Eye of Horus. It has been known by many names: wadjet, wedjat, udjat. It has been long known as a symbol of protection, power and euphoria. It is a symbol prophesied to bring Egypt into the gloom and apprehension of the new era - the twenty-first century. That is until the sardonic leader of a group of criminals decides to break into one of the ancient pyramids - the newly-discovered Pyramid of Ahkmenrah. Then the Eye of Horus becomes so much more than just a symbol - it becomes a blood curse and a bond between her and a thousand-year-old dead guy that proclaims himself a pharaoh.