PROLOGUE It was a day of joy and sorrow. A day of laughter and pain. It was the day the daughter of the Pharaoh of Egypt was brought forth to the world. As her cries filled the palace, everyone gasped with joy. Then gasped in horror. The first and only heir to the Egyptian throne was a dark skinned child! This caused consternation amongst the people...
Who do we have available for an investigation?" Sternigan asks looking up from the book. "Davis and Markief are close to the Mediterranean," Furloft answers getting up from his chair, already knowing where the question was going. "Good. I want them and their team to search the area." "But we don't have coordinates, only a general location. Besides in this...
A/N: First of all, thank you so much for the sheer amount of positive reaction to the first part in this story. I woke with it in my head and just wrote it and posted it in a day without really reading or editing anything. So it wasn't my normal standard of edited. I wasn't expecting there to be a sequel, it was written as deliberately open ended so I could...
When Charis returned, she was carrying a basket of pastries, their warm smell appetising. We sat side by side on one of the couches to eat, quenching our thirst with more of the fruit juice. "There is wine still for tonight," Charis observed. "I have my audience with Pharaoh," I confided. "But afterwards..." She smiled, leaning over to rest her head agains...
Wait Khaldun!" Rashida yelled. "We need to wait for Alexandros." "A stranger?" he bit back. "He saved my life and yours back there," she retorted pointing in the direction of the city. They were stopped atop a dune almost a mile from Naukratis. "Go ahead, we'll catch up," Khaldun ordered the remaining soldiers. Once they were out of earshot he continued w...
I launched into my rehearsed diplomatic oration, full of references to our countries' long history of cordial relations, our shared interests, but carefully avoiding anything that could be taken as a firm commitment. Pharaoh listened politely, a slight smile on his lips, and when I dared to glance at Menesamun, her expression was equally impassive. Suddenly...
I don't want to marry him father!" Rashida yelled. She was tired of the same conversation that she had with her father every day. "Khaldun is a great man and head general of my army. He is the perfect man for you." "No father, he is the perfect man because you need an heir and he will one day fill your shoes," she spat back venomously. Pharaoh sat upon hi...
The response to the beginning of my "Sheila" series was encouraging. However, most who left comments thought chapter 1 was too brief (which, to my mind, is a more favorable opinion than finding it was too long). In any case, the point is well taken. So for this segment, at one reader's suggestion, I have combined material from what was to appear in two chapt...
In ancient Egypt the pharaoh of the time believed that he had found to elixir to immortality. He had his most trusted servant instill it into his private stocks of wine. He drank it but yet nothing ever happened to him. He still felt mortal, he still bled like a mortal and he aged like one as well. But still he drank hoping that one day it would take effect,...
It is the year 2089 by the Old Reckoning, or year 25 of the High Holt Colony. 23 Years ago the world overturned in an apocalyptic series of disasters, beginning with two massive alien scout ships battling in the skies above earth and landing troops on two sides of a certain valley in the Middle East, which is how the disasters came to be known as 'Armageddo...