The sands and stories of Egypt always enthralled Isaac. Unable to travel and explore the job at a museum was the best he could hope for.
Yet the land of the Gods are soon to become far more real when an ancient relic is broken, releasing a vengeful deity.
Furious at the past that spurned him he craves destruction, even if it means his own.

But is everything all it seems? There is always a deeper reason and their fates may be linked far more closely than he believes.

The Forgotten God

Isaac tossed uncomfortably in the depth of his sleep. It was heavy, as though he was being pushed into the bed by some unseen force, pressing his heart to release the emotions of the life he was dreaming of. 


The memories too were weighty, painful when he finally awoke. 


That seemed to be some way away as he continued to see the ancient world play out before him, looking out from a body he knew but was not in control of. Not anyone, he was simply an observer, watching a replay and unable to change what had already passed. 


The dogs' coats shimmered as he combed them, rewarded by happy wags of their crinkled tails and the occasional excitable lick of their satin tongues. 


Ishaq chuckled, batting them away as he tried to brush their ears, feeling they were trying their best to distract him from his duty rather than show any thanks. 


Chapter Twenty-Three