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 managed to stop himself diving for cover as a brilliant flash illuminated the room. A spinning vortex tore open the air and Am-Heh emerged. 


Gone were the modern articles of clothing, the constricting garments piquing his heightened irritation, replaced by the freedom of the old attire. 


Looking at him, Isaac felt the old feeling of awe and adoration kindle inside, a sense of nostalgia for the days of old and could almost feel the stifling desert heat. 


"I sense disturbance," Am-Heh said, his eyes dark. "The scent of another God. What a surprise, they never do learn to mind their own business." His hawkish gaze fell of Isaac. "I hope you had common sense enough to bite your tongue, careless talk could mean losing it." 


Chapter Forty-Seven