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“I’ve heard the name before: Anubis. An Egyptian name. The name of a god.
The god of the dead.”
― Jane Unwrapped
The god of the dead.”
― Jane Unwrapped
“I want to go home.”
“Impossible. You’re here now.”
“But why?”
“Jane Ezrael,” Anubis says, “you’re dead.”
― Jane Unwrapped
“Impossible. You’re here now.”
“But why?”
“Jane Ezrael,” Anubis says, “you’re dead.”
― Jane Unwrapped
“She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.”
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“Well, it’s probably a good thing Anubis didn’t kiss me. I would have died all over again.”
― Jane Unwrapped
― Jane Unwrapped
“His lips are soft and crushing at the same time. I’m not sure what to do—is there an algorithm for kissing?”
― Jane Unwrapped
― Jane Unwrapped
“From beneath the folds of his robes, he reveals a small steel dagger. “You have tempted fate so many times already and still yield to it. Time for history to rewrite itself. Time for Tutankhamen to have a new ending.” Aten holds the hilt out to me.
I stare at the dagger. The hilt is bronze, carved with sun discs that glow when they catch the sun. “What do you want me to do with that?”
Aten smiles a white, gaping grin. “Kill Tutankhamen and carve out his heart.”
― Jane Unwrapped
I stare at the dagger. The hilt is bronze, carved with sun discs that glow when they catch the sun. “What do you want me to do with that?”
Aten smiles a white, gaping grin. “Kill Tutankhamen and carve out his heart.”
― Jane Unwrapped
“Ahhh." Anubis narrows his eyes at me. “I’ve given you inspiration. Now you’re thinking about bringing the lightbulb to ancient Egypt. It would be a hit––all those dark tombs.”
You. I was thinking about you.
His eyebrows rise. “Huh? Me?”
Fluorine uranium carbon potassium. I said that out loud.
"I mean," I stutter, "I was thinking about…unimolecular reactions.”
― Jane Unwrapped
You. I was thinking about you.
His eyebrows rise. “Huh? Me?”
Fluorine uranium carbon potassium. I said that out loud.
"I mean," I stutter, "I was thinking about…unimolecular reactions.”
― Jane Unwrapped
“He stares blankly, then leaves the room like a ghost—never truly here. I gaze at the doorway. I do not know if he means for me to follow him. It’s a choice then.
And I realize that this is no choice at all, but rather a sentence. By love or by evil, somehow I am bound to Tutankhamen. It’s not a choice any more if I will follow him, but a question of what I will do when I catch him.”
― Jane Unwrapped
And I realize that this is no choice at all, but rather a sentence. By love or by evil, somehow I am bound to Tutankhamen. It’s not a choice any more if I will follow him, but a question of what I will do when I catch him.”
― Jane Unwrapped
“I could have killed you,” I snarl.
“You think you can become a god. You always meddle and change and create. No, that is not the way. What is shall always be. What is known shall always stand.”
“Then you’ve never been in a laboratory!”
― Jane Unwrapped
“You think you can become a god. You always meddle and change and create. No, that is not the way. What is shall always be. What is known shall always stand.”
“Then you’ve never been in a laboratory!”
― Jane Unwrapped
