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

The crow flew brazenly over the decrepit scenery, occasionally offering a mocking cry if it spotted movement. A piece of paper, a feral cat, nothing more. 


The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery. 


Through its eyes, Am-Heh was watching the shambling forms of his resurrected servants, unimpressed at their progress and already considering replacing them with some of the living. A taxing project but one that would yield far more stable results. 


Their pace was unsteady and their limbs weak. Decay set in so easily in the damper ground, even with the protection of the wooden surround. In the sands of Egypt, the body became like leather, hardier. 


Quietly he surveyed the ground, still allowing the overhead images to remain in mind, quite a skill and one that could be highly disorienting the first few times. 


Chapter 26