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

While the humans worked their fingers to the bone in what seemed, to them at least, to be a fruitless endeavour, broken only by sparks of hope that were soon extinguished on closer view, the Gods were also working. 


Atum pored over his writings and observations, untouched and unread for centuries, jotting down the old formulas and calculations he needed to bring his powers back to the forefront and instil in his possessions. 


The ingredients made him cringe. The herbs and insects were not known in this country and some were thought to be extinct. 


"They will not be," he muttered, reaching for his pipe and pressing down the piquant mix of tobacco. "Only hidden and cultivating in the hands of one who appreciates their glory." 


Chapter Thirty-Six