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

Shu mulled over the words as he lingered over the bloody view. Hidden in the form of a soft breeze he had the perfect opportunity to listen in without risking his skin. 


He had not gotten far when he heard the shriek of the spirits and loyalty to Atum compelled him to return. 


'Lucky I did,' he thought gloomily, drifting to sit atop the broken eaves of a tall building. The roof had caved in, drowning the offices in debris and damp. 'Someone must remain and make sure the humans are safe. And, at the expense of bruises, I suppose it has to be me.' 


Every step the great dog took sent ripples of power through the parched earth. 


Am-Heh's voice, rich and sultry, pulsated through its mind. 


Chapter Fifty-Seven