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PROLOGUE
Lost
How could I have done something so foolish? Amon thought. Leaving the
safety of the afterlife for the uncertainty of the netherworld had been
a bad decision, a dangerous one. But Amon had felt as if there were no
other option. Besides, death was what he sought, though admittedly he
would have preferred a gentler one.
As he wandered the stone path leading to, he hoped, a temporary
refuge, Amon wondered what form death would take. Would he be
swallowed up by a monster that would slowly digest him over centuries? Would he be flayed alive by a creature whose expertise was in
making a man suffer? The best case he could think of would be death
by venom. The netherworld was full of venomous creatures bent on the
destruction of those who wandered into their nests.
Even though Amon courted death, he didnt wish to succumb to it
just yet. Lily had only recently returned to her mortal life, and it would
be years before there was even a remote chance that he could be with
her again. Amon had promised to meet her in the afterlife. Exactly how
he would accomplish that now he didnt know, but he had decades to
figure something out. The truth was, even if he hadnt met Lily and
fallen in love with her, he still would have given up his calling. It had

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been so many years. Too many. And death wasnt the worst thing he
could imagine.
His brief sojourns into the realm of mortals were no longer enough.
If he had reunited with his brothers before the judging, they would have
known what he was up to, would have talked him out of it. That was
why he leapt before he saw them again. He wanted more. He needed
more than just a pale shadow of a life.
So he had forsaken his duty. Forsaken his brothers. And now hed
forsaken the gods themselves. There would be a reckoning, but he
didnt care. Lily was the only remaining tether linking him to the path
he walked. The only reason he didnt give himself over to the next plane
of existence. Wherever that might be. So, he fought to bide his time as
he waited.
As the days passed, he tore asunder every gnarled and frightening beast of the netherworld that challenged him. Some came at him
because he was reckless. Some, he suspected, were sent as punishment
from the gods. Others were drawn to his melancholy state. The brief
moments of respite he earned were too short. No matter where he went
or how evasive he was, the demons always found him.
Though hed left his mortal body behind, his wandering soul still
felt the pangs of the flesh. Fortunately his needs were markedly less than
they were in the human world. When Amon thirsted, he begged the
spirits who lived in the trees for gifts. When Amon hungered, he stole
provisions from the stores of the creatures he slaughtered, and, occasionally, if nothing could be found and the pains of his empty stomach
became overwhelming, he roasted the bodies of the beasts hed slain.
When he was utterly exhausted from the terrors hed brought upon
himself, and he was relatively safe, Amon slept. It was always brief.
Always fitful. Dreaming was the only happiness he felt in his otherwise
horrifying existence.
The worst part about wandering the netherworld wasnt the endless barrage of monsters or dangers that threatened a second and permanent death. It wasnt the separation from his brothers, his constant

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companions for thousands of years. It wasnt even the loss of purpose he

felt, the absence of self-assurance hed always possessed, or the knowledge that he had a place in the cosmos, one he was if not satisfied with,
then one he accepted.
No. The worst part was also the best part.
He could feel her.
Lily was in another place, another world, and yet, he could allow
himself to be with her. When he was certain that no attack was imminent, and he let his tired body rest, hed close his eyes and see her. That
was the part Amon loved. He could hover near her like a ghost. He
couldnt speak to her or touch her, and she didnt know that he was
there, at least not consciously. Her subconscious mind, though, could
sense he was near, that he was watching over her, much like a guardian
angel. This was a tremendous blessing. But it was also a curse.
Amon knew a connection as powerful as theirs went two ways. He
had hoped that they might simply meet in their dreams. That their bond
had been brief enough that their minds would brush gently against each
other as they slept. But the link between them proved stronger than
that. As Amon walked with Lily through New York, he knew she also
journeyed with him through his land of nightmares.
His decision to leave paradise had caused terrible consequences for
the girl he loved, and now that he was in the netherworld, there was
no getting out. The gods would not help; hed abandoned their cause.
Death would be his only reprieve, and yet every time he thought hed
hurt her enough and would give up, give in to whatever dark creature
was currently seeking his demise, hed feel her, an unconscious appeal
to keep trying. To hold on a little longer.
Amon sought answers to his dilemma by peering through the Eye
of Horus, but the things he saw confused him. Sometimes it teased him
with glimpses of a possible future. A way out. If he could just last long
enough, survive in the form in which he currently existed until Lilys
natural, mortal death, there was a chance he could find her. That their
bond would draw them together once more.

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Other times, he saw Lily as a different person, a different creature

altogether from the girl he knew. He envisaged himself tortured and
abused. His brothers jealous and angry. The gods at war with Chaos.
These visions made no sense. Chaos was being held at bay for another
millennium. The gods getting together for a meal wasnt even likely, let
alone a war.
The uncertainty Amon felt was normal. He was used to the strange
shadows of the future and past mingling together. The Eye saw all,
and yet nothing it revealed ever made sense. Events were never in the
proper order. It took a tremendous amount of focus and energy to direct
the Eye to show him any one particular thing. To prevent himself from
going crazy, Amon spent much of his time trying to ignore the visions
that rattled his brain. Since hed entered the netherworld, though, the
Eye had gone into overdrive.
Still, the Eyes energy drain was worth it when he asked to see Lilys
future. The things he saw gave him hope. Hope that they might be
together again, that there was a possible future where he could again
hold her in his arms.
There were moments when he saw himself cupping her face in his
hands, tenderly kissing each of her closed eyelids, tasting the salt from
the tears that slowly trickled down her cheeks. These blissful flashes
were all he needed to know. The rest hed let the universe worry about.
Perhaps it was selfish of him to maintain their connection, but he just
couldnt let Lily go. Not yet. Not when there was a chance.
Though Amon knew that she likely walked the netherworld with
him in her dreams, there were times, however brief, when they both
slept. During those occasions, it was possible to communicate with her,
but Lilys mind always blocked him out, her body so exhausted from
the trials of their connection that her consciousness shut down and she
slept deeply.
When this happened, he didnt push. She needed to rest, and as
badly as he wanted to talk to her, there was no point. Hed doomed the
both of them to this fate because he was weak. If he had only loved her

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enough in the beginning to leave her alone or had sent her away earlier,
maybe none of this would have happened.
Of course, without Lily, it was quite possible that he and his brothers would be dead and the world overrun by Chaos. Still, if hed been a
little more vigilant regarding his emotions, then she wouldnt be suffering now. Shed be just another human girl, one of billions in the world.
No one of any importance, and certainly no one the gods would be paying any attention to. No one except him.
Amon sighed. The truth was that as long as Lily held his heart,
Amon would fight. He was beholden to her; if she wanted him to press
on, he would find a way.

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Reprieve
Amon! I jerked awake, my pulse racing as the nightmare slowly ebbed.
Id taken to keeping a night-light on near my bed ever since the horrors
that took over my dreams still haunted my dark room when I woke.
Some terrible creature had cornered him. It had screeched in a satisfied
way, its putrid breath stinging my nose as its tongue darted out to lick
the blood from a gash on Amons shoulder. It all felt so real.
Shivering, I wrapped my arms around my body and slid from the
bed as I headed to my favorite spot on the balcony overlooking Central
Park. Once there, I rubbed my hand over the head of the falcon statue
perched on the railing.
The bird reminded me of Amons golden falcon form, and when the
sun warmed it, the heat stored in the metal carving seemed to linger, even
in the late hours of the evening when I paced my room unable to sleep. It
soothed me when I touched it and I could picture Amon as Id last left him
and not as the bruised and pain-filled man he was in my dreams.
He was lost to me. I knew that. I acknowledged that I should try
to move on, maybe try to date someone else, but the memory of my
Egyptian sun prince come to life was a hard one to beat. Amon wasnt
perfect, but he was pretty darn close. Even now I could easily picture

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him standing near mehis golden skin warmed by the sun, the glint in
his hazel eyes, and that secretive smile hiding behind his defined and
very kissable lips.
Sighing, I leaned on the railing and looked out at the park. I was in
love with a guy who was centuries old and currently moldering away in
an elaborately decorated sarcophagus fashioned by Anubis himself. His
spirit half, the half that was supposed to be in paradise while he waited
for the next time he was needed, haunted my dreams.
Either he was in grave trouble or something was seriously wrong
with me since Id returned from Egypt. Still, the creatures I saw in my
dreams were much more horrifying than any I could have made up. I
wasnt that creative. Even worse than my suspicions that Amon was in
danger was the problem that I couldnt tell anyone about it. Nobody
even knew hed existed.
Well, that wasnt exactly true. Dr. Hassan knew, but he lived on
the other side of the world. Id written to him when I got home, and
his elated response made me smile even though Im sure hed figured it
out when he couldnt find my body on the pyramid after Amon and his
brothers had saved the world. I was more than a little proud to be a part
of the whole thing, even though fooling Amon into siphoning off my
energy had nearly killed me.
It took a month to get a reply from Dr. Hassan, though Id fanatically checked the PO box Id leased for our secret correspondence every
day. Hed told me not to worry, that Amon had the protection of the
gods, that hed hidden the brothers well, and that I should be proud of
the sacrifices Id made to keep the world safe.
That was pretty much the extent of his letters. They got progressively shorter as time went on. It was as if he, too, wanted me to just
forget everything that had happened and move on with my life. But
how could I? Amon haunted my dreams. Not that I wasnt happy to
see him. I was. But the horrors he faced were enough to send any girl,
even one who had seen the things Id seen, running for the nearest mental institution.

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My parents were worried. My lack of sleep was starting to show,

though I tried to act as though my life was simply business as usual.
They had no idea that Id nearly died, fallen in love with a drop-dead (no
pun intended) gorgeous mummy come to life, and spent an extended
spring break in Egypt. The fact that Id actually made it through to the
end of the school year without my grades falling was a major accomplishment.
They didnt know about my experience with Amon in Egypt and
how much it had transformed me. I myself didnt know how much Id
changed until I got home. I thought it would show on my face, all the
emotion, all the trauma, all the . . . death, but my parents only noticed
my hair. My brown, no-nonsense straight hair was now riddled with
random sun-kissed highlights of different shades. They didnt like it.
The first thing my mother said was, What were you thinking?
Immediately she picked up the phone and lectured our hairstylist, who
didnt have anything to do with it but who cleared his schedule instantly
to repair the damage. I told her quietly but sternly that I was rather
fond of it and that my intention was to keep it. To say they were shocked
at my little act of rebellion was an understatement.
As much as they protested my decision to keep my new highlights,
they outright refused my request that they call me Lily instead of Lilliana. As a result, I began to feel like a stranger in my own home. To keep
the peace, I told them Id go to the college they wanted as long as I was
allowed to spend the summer at my nanas farm in Spring Lake, Iowa.
I figured it didnt matter anymore where I went, and the compromise
went a long way toward assuaging the fears my new hairdo ignited.
Once I got the acceptance letter, they backed off and left me to my
own devices, which meant I could mourn the loss of Amon without anyone taking notice. One month after another went by, and then graduation was upon me.
As I gazed in the mirror the morning of graduation, I was dismayed
to see that my golden highlights, the last tangible proof I had of Amons
touch, were fading. At this rate, theyd be gone by Christmas. I indulged

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in a good cry before showering and dressing for my graduation ceremony.

If my mother noticed my too-bright eyes, she probably chalked it
up to my being emotional about leaving high school. The truth was, I
didnt care about high school. I didnt care about college or boys. I didnt
care about much of anything anymore.
The time soon came for me to depart for the summer, and I was
surprised that my parents wanted to drop me off at the airport. Maybe
they noticed more than I thought they did, or perhaps they were just
feeling nostalgic about me growing up and leaving the nest. Either way,
the drive felt a bit awkward.
I stared at my reflection in the window.
My eyes were large and dull; my hair was wound in a perfect,
tight bun at the nape of my neck; and my lips were stretched in a thin,
unforgiving line, as rigid as a ruler. In fact, that was what I looked like:
a schoolmarm. A smirk lifted the corner of my mouth as I imagined
how much Amon would hate my hair like this. He preferred it wild and
unbound.
After a few quiet goodbyes and some stiff hugs, my parents relinquished me to the chaos of the airport. Inside, a range of emotions hit
me all at once. I remembered being there with Amon a few short months
earlier, and how with the wave of his hand and a charming smile, he
could wrap anyone around his finger.
I boarded the plane and strapped in, remembering how even the
most mundane actions like buckling a seat belt were completely new
and foreign for Amon. Though I actually did try not to think of him, it
seemed that was all I could do, and when I shut my eyes, rocked to sleep
by the plane, I found myself in Amons world once again.
He wasnt fighting a monster, which was a relief, but he had a wicked
wound on his thigh that was seeping blood onto his leggings. Sucking in a
breath, he tore away the fabric around it and wrapped it in the bandages hed
created from the sand. Some kind of armor lay discarded next to him, and Amon
shrugged out of a tunic before dipping it in a small, natural basin of water and

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scrubbing his arms and neck. I hoped the precious drops trickling down the side
of a boulder were enough to both quench his thirst and clean his wound. The
area was very desolate and dry.
Though the sight of his bare chest was distracting, I was more absorbed by
the expression on his face. He was exhausted and hurting, and not just physically. I wondered if he missed me as much as I did him.
Amon? I whispered involuntarily.
In my dream he froze and looked around, eyes shining with an iridescent
green light in the darkness. Though hed never been able to hear me before, I still
tried. One day he might. After a moment, the tenseness in Amons shoulders
relaxed, and he settled down with his back against a rock and closed his eyes.
His bare chest rose and fell in a rhythm that slowed as the minutes passed and
then something changed.
As his body continued to sleep, a gentle pressure wrapped around me.
Lily? I heard his familiar voice and squelched a sob.
Amon? Can you hear me? I asked the ethereal darkness.
Yes. I can hear you, Nehabet.
Is this real?
He didnt answer right away but then eventually said, I wish it were not.
Whats happening to you? I asked desperately. Why are you suffering?
I thought you were in the afterlife. I thought you were at peace. Why are you
tormented night after night?
I am no longer under the protection of the gods. I have relinquished my
station.
I dont understand. What does that mean?
It means that I would rather suffer than continue to do their bidding.
But if you dont save the world, who will?
They will find another to replace me.
I still dont understand. Are they punishing you?
I felt his sigh as much as I heard it. They did not choose this for me. I am
the one who decided to walk this path.
Its a pretty difficult path, Amon. Cant your brothers help you?
We are separated. There is nothing they can do for me now.

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I hate seeing you like this.

I know. I am sorry for causing you pain. I didnt think our connection
would be this strong. He paused for a moment before adding, You are in pain,
too, Young Lily.
Bitterly, I said in a shaky voice, Not like you.
No. Not like me. But you are hurting nonetheless. It is my fault. My loneliness has caused this.
Your desire for human connection didnt cause this. The gods did. They
dont understand. Everyone needs to be loved. Its completely natural.
He laughed sardonically. I was human, Lily, once. But I am something
altogether different now. I gave my humanity up for the greater good.
Thunder boomed in the sky above Amons still form, roiling clouds shifting
like a churning ocean. Lightning struck and his body jerked awake. I felt the
loss of his presence, as if a warm blanket had been ripped away from me. As the
ground shook, he staggered tiredly to his feet and summoned his armor made of
sand to strap onto his form. Amon lifted his face to the wind as he closed his eyes
and said, I love you, Lily. But it is time for you to wake up.
He raced into the darkness to face whatever beast awaited him as his words
echoed in my mind. I love you, too, I whispered, even though I knew he could
no longer hear me.
I felt a nudge on my shoulder as someone said, Wake up, miss.
Weve landed.

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Spirit Lake
The flight attendant gave me a strange look before moving on. I
scrubbed my palms over my eyes, hoping my conversation with Amon
had taken place only in my mind and I hadnt been talking in my sleep.
Making my way to the baggage claim, I couldnt have missed the
gray-haired woman waving a handmade sign back and forth that said
lilypad, my nanas pet name for me.
Hey, Nana. I smiled as she dropped her sign and wrapped her
arms around me. She was a robust woman, a ranchers wife, and her
arms were strong and solid. As she squeezed me tightly, I felt the tension
in my shoulders melt like a pat of butter in a cast-iron skillet.
I missed you, Lilypad. Its been too long.
I missed you, too.
Gripping my shoulders, she stepped away and gave me one of her
scrutinizing looks. Hmm. Youre too skinny. Well, well take care of
that. Smiling, she put her arm around me and we turned to watch the
rotating baggage carousel. I cant tell you how happy you made me
when you asked to stay with me this summer.
Im just glad you said yes.

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Of course I would say yes. You know how badly Ive wanted you to
come for an extended visit.
I shrugged. There was just never a good time.
Nana harrumphed. Never a good time for your parents, you mean.
To think, my own son is too busy to remember whats most important
in life.
You know they love you, Nana.
If love looks like too-busy-to-call-your-own-mother, then yes. Im
sure they do in their own way.
I spotted my bag and yanked it off the spinning carousel, with Nana
helping me to get it upright.
Are you hungry? she asked as we headed out to her car.
Famished, I admitted with a smile. And I was. Surprisingly, my
appetite had returned. I wasnt sure if it was a result of being with my
nana or having recently spoken with Amon or if it was just suddenly
feeling more like myself, but I was hungry enough to eat an entire cow,
which wasnt too far off from the realm of possibility on my nanas farm.

After we stopped at a diner, we were back on the road and found that
we both had a hankering to listen to Elvis. Since her old car didnt have
satellite radio and most of the roads we were driving on were too far
from any normal stations, we sang. Fortunately, Elvis recorded so many
songs that we never had to repeat any. I looked up the lyrics on my
phone and we sang our hearts out the entire drive to the farm.
There was something freeing about being on the road. I felt more
like myself than I had in months, and I knew that was because I was
embracing the same things Amon lovedlaughing, feasting, and being
with people who cared about you.
By the time Nana pulled up to the farm, it was getting late. She
introduced me to her new dog, Winston, named after Winston

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Churchill, who she swore looked just like him. I didnt see the resemblance. Winston got up from his sleeping spot on the porch, tail wagging, and sniffed my hand. Nana went to check on the other animals
while I wrestled my bag into the house. I knew shed be tired when she
got back. Nana was an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of gal.
Still, instead of going directly to her room, she made me a cup of
chamomile tea, sweetening it the way I liked with cream and honey and
adding a little shortbread cookie on the side. Then she headed to the living room, as if sensing I needed to talk. I set my bags in the guest room,
grabbed an old quilt, and cozied into a worn recliner while she took to
her favorite rocking chair.
As she sipped her tea and rocked, her twinkling eyes studied me in
the dim room. Whats bothering you, Lilypad? she asked.
A stream of words crossed my tongue but melted away like chocolate over a flame. I . . . Its hard to talk about, I said finally.
Is it your parents? College?
No.
Ah . . . its a young man, then. I grimaced and then nodded once.
Tell me about him, she encouraged.
Could I? If anyone would understand or believe me, it would be her.
Anubis hadnt said I couldnt tell anyone. He probably just assumed that
no one would accept what I said anyway and it wasnt like sharing my
story could change anything.
Did he have a strong chin? she asked, interrupting my thoughts.
A . . . a what? I replied.
A strong chin. You can always tell a good man by the cut of his
chin.
I couldnt help it. I laughed. Nana, what are you talking about?
No, I mean it. A weak-chinned man is a man you walk away
from. She slashed her hand in front of her as if karate chopping the
man down.
Are you sure you arent talking about horses or cows? I teased.

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Nana leaned forward. Your grandpa, rest his soul, had a rugged
chin. He was a strong man. A good one. Never seen the like of him
since.
I folded my arms across my chest and regarded her with a smile. Is
that how you picked him? Based on his chin?
Well, there was that and the steamed windows.
Steamed windows?
Every time we got to kissing, we steamed up the windows.
I choked on my tea and set down the cup. I did not need to know
that about Grandpa.
You didnt answer my question.
A little embarrassed, I shrugged slightly and admitted, There
might have been a few steamy windows and he does have a rather rugged chin now that I think about it.
Aha! Nanas eyes gleamed. Now were getting somewhere.
When I didnt volunteer any further information, she prodded
again gently. Did he break your heart, Lilypad?
I rubbed my hands together and despite a valiant effort to control
myself, tears spilled onto my cheeks. Well, my heart is broken but it
wasnt his fault.
What do you mean?
He . . . he died, Nana.
Oh. Oh my dear. Im so sorry. Nana rocked herself forward and
moved to the couch, holding out her arms for me. Without even thinking, I got up and collapsed against her, letting the tears flow down my
face in a torrent as she rubbed my back and murmured, Its okay to cry,
honey, and You just let it all out now. After a moment, she added,
Your parents dont know?
I shook my head. They wouldnt have approved.
She nodded and squeezed me tighter. Despite knowing that Amon
was alive in some way, acknowledging that he was beyond my reach for
the rest of my mortal life sat heavily in my heart. The grief was hot and
packed into my chest like a too-full suitcase. Sitting with Nana, allow-

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ing my emotions to flow in such a free, open way, helped. The sadness
ebbed out of me slowly, deflating until I felt spent.
We sat quietly for several minutes, her hand softly patting my
shoulder until I finally lifted my tearstained face. How did you get over
it, Nana? With Grandpa, I mean.
She let out a heavy sigh as her hands moved to my hair and stroked
it lightly. You dont. Not really. I know thats not the thing most of your
friends would tell you but its the truth in my experience. Other people
dont really want to hear about it either, so prepare for that. Oh, they
leave you alone for a while. Give you a certain amount of time, but then
they expect you to pull yourself together and move on.
So, youre not over him?
I dont think Ill ever be. Your granddad was an integral part of my
life. Dont misunderstand me. The grief changes over time. You keep
busy. Sometimes your mind even forgets the pain for a little while. But
when someone you love dies, there will always be a hurt inside you, like
a splinter, and when you give yourself over to thinking on it, the ache
comes back.
My lip trembled as I considered that the splinter in my heart was
more like a jagged tree trunk.
Aw, honey. I hope I havent made it worse.
Im not sure it could be.
I know it seems like theres nothing left. That life wont go on
without him, but it does. As much as you allow it to, anyway. I like to
think that hes not gone forever, that hes just in a place I cant be yet. Ive
thought about death a lot since the day he departed this world, and Ive
decided that its like a long business trip. Its a separation that neither of
us wants but its a normal part of life. And someday, Im not sure when,
that business trip will be over and well be together again.
You really think youll see Grandpa again?
I dont think it. I know it.
I never took you for such a romantic, Nana.
Never underestimate the power of the heart, Lilypad.

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I blew out a long breath. So what do I do? Until we can be together

again?
Keep busy. Work. Laugh. Learn. Love your family. Enjoy your life
the best way you can.
I think hed agree with you, Nana.
She smiled. Youll have to tell me more about him tomorrow. He
must have been very special to have made such an impact on you.
He was. Sniffling, I said, I think Id like to sleep now.
Of course. Let me just get you another quilt.
As she rummaged in the closet and I moved to the guest room, I
turned and said, Sometimes I have nightmares. I dont want you to
worry if you hear anything.
She pressed the thick quilt shed made into my arms. Dont you
worry about that. Im a deep sleeper. Besides, Bossy will be bawling to
be milked before the sun comes up, so neither of us will be getting much
sleep tonight.
Okay. She turned to head up the stairs to her room. Nana? I
added.
Yes, honey?
Im glad Im here.
So am I, Lilypad. So am I.

The bang of pots and pans in the kitchen woke me up way earlier than
my body would have woken naturally. I wrapped a worn robe Nana
kept for me in the closet around my body and headed into the kitchen.
Nana was already dressed and wore a sturdy pair of work boots. Would
you rather make breakfast or milk Bossy? she asked without turning
around.
Ill take Bossy, I answered with a yawn.
All right. The pail is hanging on a hook by the door. Give her a
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Sounds good. I quickly pulled on the work clothes she kept for
me at her house. If Id ever tried to take them home, my parents would
have burned them immediately. Also my nana insisted that my regular
clothes were entirely too froufrou to work on a farm, so shed bought
several pairs of sturdy pants and thick, long-sleeved shirts that were
stored in the guest bedroom drawer. They should have been a little tight
on me by now, since the last time I visited was my sophomore year in
high school. The pants were too short, but Id lost weight in the last few
months, so the clothes still fit passably well.
Stifling another yawn, I made my way out to the barn and groped in
the darkness for the hanging chain to switch on the light. Hey, Bossy,
I responded when the cow mooed in my direction. Hold your horses.
After filling her trough with fresh-cut hay, tying her to the stall,
and positioning the pail and stool, I washed my hands and then sank
down next to the cow. Pressing my cheek against her soft side, I steadied
the bucket, hoping I remembered the right technique. After an irritated
bawl and a few mistaken attempts, I figured it out and got into a comfortable rhythm.
Half an hour later, my fingers felt a bit stiff but I had two and a half
gallons of milk and a happy cow. I patted her back, fed the horses, gathered the eggs, and headed toward the house with my prizes. After I set
the pail and basket of eggs on the counter, Nana grunted her thanks and
pointed her spatula to the table. Hope youre hungry, she said. I did
the fancy one you like.
Crme brle French toast? I asked, my mouth turning up in a
hopeful grin.
Of course. Youve also got cheesy eggs and bacon, so eat up.
There was something to be said about a hearty breakfast after manual labor. I managed to wolf down three pieces of French toast, a giant
portion of eggs, a full glass of frothy, fresh milk, and four slices of bacon
before I groaned and pushed away from the table.
We washed the dishes together, and when I asked what was on the
agenda, Nana handed me one of her famous lists. I was a list maker, too,

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and while perusing hers, I wondered if Id picked up the habit from her
or if there was something in our genes that made us feel a sense of satisfaction when we checked off the little boxes for the day.
Nanas list included weeding the garden; harvesting the tomatoes
and zucchini; bathing the dog; exercising the horses; making a cake for
her brother Melvins birthday; and visiting Grandpas grave.
When the farm chores were complete, we made Melvins cake. He
preferred strawberry and Nana not only made his cake from scratch but
she also filled it with her own homemade strawberry jam. Somehow she
thought it would be a good idea to kill two birds with one stone and ride
the horses over to deliver the cake.
When I asked her why we were making a cake for Melvin and not
both Melvin and Marvin, she said that when the twins were younger,
they insisted that their parents celebrate their birthdays separately just
in case they got any wild ideas about combining birthday presents. Marvins favorite cake, a lemon treat so sour nearly no one could stand it but
him, had been dropped off the week before.
Nana inexplicably determined that I, the less experienced rider,
should be the one to hold the confection on the trip. Though the cake
was pretty much bombproof, tucked safely into her old-school plastic, hand-me-down cake container from the 1950s, I still worried that
Id, at best, mess up her frosting or, at worst, drop it in a pile of cow
patties.
Somehow I managed to keep my hands on both the reins and the
cake and we made it all the way out to Melvins house on the far edge
of the property without incident. After the inevitable hour-long visit
with Melvins family, the polite inquiries about his kids and grandkids,
Nanas proud displaying of her newly graduated granddaughter, and the
exchange of various seedlings and return of a few salad bowls, we were
finally on our way home.
When I asked Nana if she wanted to go directly to Grandfathers
grave, which was close enough to the house on horseback, she shook
her head. He likes it when I get dolled up, she said.

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We headed home and returned the horses to their stalls and since it
had been a hot, sweaty, dog-bathing kind of day, I headed to the shower
when I got back, too.

After saying my hellos to Grandpa and replacing the dead blooms with
the new ones wed cut that day, I left her alone and stood under the
shade of a nearby tree to wait. Once in a while I caught the sound of her
quiet voice in the breeze as she spoke with her late husband. I wondered
what she was talking to him about. Was she sharing what had happened
in her life since she last visited? Was she telling him how much she
missed him? Or just that she loved him?
I ran through the things Id said to Amon and regretted that he
hadnt heard me say I loved him. He should have. It should have been
the first thing Id said. Instead Id just asked if what I was seeing was
real. What a waste. Id squandered an opportunity to really talk to him
and instead Id just pestered him with questions. What was happening
and why it was happening wasnt as important as telling him how I felt.
Next time, if there ever was a next time, Id tell him I loved him first.

As I climbed into bed, I knew that Nana was right. Living your life as
best you can and working hard could help numb the sting of losing a
loved one. I dug the heart scarab Amon left me out from my bag and
rubbed my fingertips over it. The green stone twinkled as the light
from my lamp reflected off it. It was warm and there was a slight pulse,
like the faint beat of a heart, emanating from within. I pressed my lips
against the stone, wishing it were Amons golden skin instead, and then
placed it over my heart, the position Anubis would have left it on when
preparing Amons mummy.
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folded both arms across my chest, palm over the precious jeweled piece,
and wondered if this is what it felt like to be mummified. Despite my
morbid thinking, it wasnt long before I drifted asleep, fingers clutching
the scarab, but instead of meeting Amon in my dreams as I hoped, I was
startled awake by a bright light and a deep, resonating voice. It is time
for you to arise, Lilliana Young.

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Heart Scarab
Jerking awake, the scarab still clenched in my fingers, I scooted all the
way back against the headboard and scanned the room. With the blackout curtains drawn, it was darker than the inside of a sarcophagus. I
couldnt see the intruder but I felt his presence as surely as I felt my heart
slamming inside my rib cage.
Whos there? I hissed in an alarmed whisper, knocking the book
Id been reading before bed off the nightstand.
Have you forgotten me already? The man chuckled quietly.
As I groped for the light switch, I heard a dogs whine and froze. If I
hadnt already guessed who was in my room, the dog would have given
him away. Winston did not sound at all like this dog. Actually, there
was only one dog Id ever met who had a reverberating sort of power
behind his woof.
My trembling fingers finally managed to switch on the light, and
there, standing before me in all his godlike glory, yet still looking like he
fit in at a farmhouse in Iowa, was the Egyptian god of mummification,
Anubis. In the museum, hed worn a modern business suit. This time he
was dressed in a fitted pair of jeans, a white button-down shirt that was

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perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders, a pair of dark cowboy boots,

and a denim jacket.
He looked like GQ gone country. He even had a very appealing dark
shadow of stubble on his face. Anubis appeared to be a mans man who
could toss a bale of hay, ride a bucking bronco, hang with the guys at a
grill, and still knock every farm girl from eighteen to eighty off her feet
without breaking a sweat. I wondered if that was something uniquely
Anubis or if it was a sort of godlike power to blend in and yet command
attention at the same time.
Though he was still as undeniably handsome as the last time Id
seen him, there was something in his eyes, something grave, that belied
his casual, devil-may-care expression. Whatever his reason for visiting
me, I was sure it wasnt a social call.
Clutching my covers to my neck and sliding Amons scarab under
my pillow as inconspicuously as possible, I tried to look a little more
regal and in control than a mortal girl could hope to look wrapped up
in her nanas country quilt with thick mismatched socks peeking out
from under the covers and a pair of dusty overalls hanging on a hook
by the door.
Anubis. Why are you here? I asked, distrusting but somehow
hopeful at the same time. Did something go wrong with the ceremony? Did you decide to do a memory wipe on me after all? Are you
here to make me a mummy, too?
The places my mind went to were a little scary, but at the same
time, the knowledge that this man had the power to allow me to see
Amon again trumped every frightening scenario. I didnt dare ask the
question I really wanted to know. The inquiry burning on the tip of my
tongue was related to Amons safety, and I was fearful that in asking, Id
be giving too much information away.
Anubis gave me a bemused look that diminished the solemnity in
his eyes as he folded his arms across his wide chest. It is only on very
rare and very special occasions that I am called upon to do actual mummification, Lilliana Young. And as you are not dead, it would seem your

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supposition is unreasoned. Nothing went wrong with the ceremony.

Seth is safely contained for the foreseeable future. And the last thing I
want to do is take away your memory. If that were my intention, you
wouldnt be seeing me now.
Okay. Then what are you doing in my bedroom in the middle of
the night? The black dog nudged my hand and I reached out to stroke
his head. When the dog hopped up beside me and wriggled his head
under my arm so I could scratch his back, Anubis moved closer and took
a seat at the foot of my bed. He regarded me with a mixture of curiosity
and bewilderment.
Finally, he said, I . . . we . . . need your help.
I sputtered, Y-you, as in the Egyptian gods, need me, a powerless
human girl, to help you? What could I possibly help you with?
Anubis glanced at his dog when he thumped him with his tail, licking my arm. He does not usually enjoy being around mortals.
He seems to like me well enough.
Yes. He does.
Whats his name? I asked.
Abutiu.
Huh. Thats an interesting name for a dog.
Abutiu is not a doghes the dog.
Is that the same kind of thing as the horse, as in Nebu, the golden
stallion found by Horus?
They are the same in that they both have power beyond that of
a mortal animal, but Abutiu was the first of his kind, whereas horse is
much too simple a concept to apply to Nebu.
So Abutius like the original dog?
Something like that.
Anubis shifted away from me on the bed and continued. We need
you to find Amon.
Find him? What do you mean find him? You lost him? I folded
my arms. Does this have something to do with Amon quitting the
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The dark eyes of the god of mummification pierced me, rooting me

in place. I swallowed, suddenly uneasy, and berated myself for showing
my cards. Nice one, Lily.
So. You know, he said. I must admit Im not surprised. How
often have you seen him?
At that point I wasnt sure I should be saying anything more. I gave
him a noncommittal shrug and zipped my lips.
It does not matter if you tell me or not. I know that your connection is still viable. In fact, Im counting on it being so.
What difference does it make either way? Hes not going back.
Anubis caught my wrist and squeezed it slightly. He must, Lilliana
Young. Startled, I gently pulled away from his grip. He looked down
at his hand as if surprised that he had touched me in the first place and
then rose and walked the length of my room, pushing the curtains aside
to look out my window at the moonlit night.
Why do you need him so badly? I asked. Isnt there someone else
you could charm into serving Egypt for a few eons?
Still facing the window, he shook his head. The three Sons of
Egypt are bonded. To break that bond is to render the three of them
powerless. Without all of them, the cosmos is vulnerable.
So youre saying Seth could possibly find a way to get back in.
Yes.
Well, why didnt you share this information with Amon before?
He thinks you can just find someone else to take his place.
Anubis turned, and a scowl flashed across his handsome face. He
never had an issue with his work, never wavered before. We only tell
the Sons of Egypt enough so that they may do their duty. Frankly, I
thought if any of them would give over their immortality for a woman
it would be Asten.
No. Asten would never abandon his brothers. Not even for a
woman.
Frowning and running a hand through his hair, Anubis said, Its
worse than I feared. Youve bonded with all three of them.

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Wh-what? I sputtered incredulously. Ill have you know Im not

that kind of a girl.
He waved a hand in front of himself, showing his irritation. I am
not speaking of the physical, although there are manifestations of the
bond on the physical plane. He peered at me in the dim room. Isis was
right. You are unique, Lilliana Young. Its fortunate for you that you are.
It gives me hope that you might survive the journey.
Journey? What are you talking about?
The journey you must make into the netherworld to rescue Amon
and bring him back to the afterlife.
Arent the netherworld and the afterlife the same thing?
I really dont have the time to explain this.
I think youd better make the time if you expect me to help you.
He peered at me, eyes narrowed, for a moment before giving in.
Very well, but you will get the abbreviated version.
Fine.
I govern the afterlife. It is a type of staging area where the hearts
of the dead are judged.
Okay.
Part of it is a paradise where those with good hearts live out eternity in a state of bliss and happiness.
Right. So its heaven.
Yes. Of a sort.
So then that would make the netherworld . . .
The closest thing you might compare it to is hell or purgatory.
I see. And this is where Amon is trapped?
Yes.
Well, why didnt he go to the afterlife instead? Didnt you judge his
heart worthy?
Anubis turned away and fingered a straw hat hanging from one of
my hooks. The Sons of Egypt were not supposed to be judged. Not
until their duties were complete.
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The goddess Maat decided that his bond with a human warranted
ahe seemed to search for the right worda checkup.
She wanted to weigh his heart.
Correct. Amon was asked to place his heart upon the Scale of
Truth and Justice. Instead, he leapt to another realm. As you know, he is
in possession of the Eye of Horus and he used its power to gain entrance
to the netherworld.
Was there any risk that his heart would be found . . . uh . . . evil?
There is a certain amount of darkness in every human heart. What
is weighed is the balance of a persons life. If they have learned from
their mistakes and have more frequently given heed to what is right,
then they are judged worthy.
Then that shouldnt have been a problem for Amon.
Tilting his head, Anubis considered me. Your assumption is not
incorrect.
Then why did he run?
I suspect he ran because he was no longer in possession of his
heart.
My body went cold, and though I tried to channel a poker face, I
was sure Anubis could see right through me. Swallowing nervously, I
said, I dont understand. I mean, how could he live?
He doesnt. Not in the way you are thinking. He has no need for a
physical heart. You might believe that a heart is merely an organ, used to
circulate the blood and to beat quickly when one feels love for another,
but in truth a heart is much more than that. It is the place where memory and intelligence are stored. It holds that which is most sacredthe
true name of its owner.
Um, Im pretty sure youre talking about a brain, not a heart.
No. I am talking about the essence of a person, what makes an
individual unique. You can call it a soul, a heart, a brain, or any number
of things. In Egypt we call a fully united soul bearing his true name an
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himself. Each part that defines him drifts apart like a broken boat out
at sea. It makes him . . . vulnerable. In the afterlife, such a thing might
have gone unnoticed if he had not been asked to produce his heart, but
in the netherworld . . .
It puts him in danger.
Yes. To the point where he might experience a second and final
death. Something we cannot allow to happen.
A second death?
Amon died his first death many centuries ago. He was granted a
sort of immortality because he was willing to serve the gods, but heading into the netherworld without his heart was the most dangerous
thing he could do. It would seem he courts an end to his existence. If he
dies a second death, he is lost to us forever.
I remembered then how tired, how weary Amon looked in our
dream. Maybe Anubis was right and Amon didnt want to live any longer. I knew for sure he didnt want to serve the gods, but giving up his
life? What was worse was a part of me knew his dissatisfaction with the
status quo was my fault. Distracted, I asked, So Amon is now . . . what,
exactly?
A wandering shadow. A facet of his former self. And without uniting the shadow with his true name, I am afraid he will be lost.
I thought you said it was no big deal if he was missing his heart
scarab jewel when you mummified him.
It isnt. The amulet only leads his Akh back to his body, which he
will not need for another thousand years. With the Eye of Horus in his
possession, he will be able to find it on his own, but a shadow cannot
return to the mortal realm. Anubis paused, then rubbed his fingers
together, looking at them instead of me. Do you want to know my
theory?
I swallowed and said weakly, Sure.
I believe . . . Amon left his heart containing his true name with
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well know that using magic of that kind is strictly forbidden. In truth
the knowledge of it has been hidden from all but the gods. Of course, in
Amons case, having access to the Eye of Horus, he would be privy to
such spells.
A sp-spell? I stammered, a cold sweat spreading across my skin.
It was used once before by Isis and Osiris. Isis enacted a spell so
that she and her husband could never wholly be separated. Even death
could not keep them apart.
But Seth killed Osiris.
He did. Since death is natural and Isis used unnatural means to
enact the spell, there were, shall we say . . . complications. A terrible
price was paid, and the balance of the cosmos needed to be adjusted.
Such a thing has been prohibited since that time.
It worked, though. Didnt it? I mean the two of them are still
together. Amon told me about how she tricked Amun-Ra so she could
visit her husband.
Yes. It worked, he admitted.
Even so, I dont see what all that has to do with me and Amon. We
broke the bond, remember? I had to kill him.
You did. But if such a spell linked you prior to Amons death, it
would still be in effect upon your separation.
Well, he didnt do a spell that I recall, I hedged.
I have not come to judge either one of you. What has happened,
has happened. My purpose is to rectify the important issue at hand.
Finding Amon, I murmured thoughtfully. He bowed his head in
affirmation and I said, I get it. I do. But Im afraid you dont understand. Amon doesnt want to pick up where he left off. He wants to quit
his job.
No, Lilliana. It is you who doesnt understand. Amon must be rescued. If you will not do it to save the cosmos from the worst kind of
darkness and evil you can imagine, and if you will not do it to save the
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instant that Amon does, then perhaps you will do it to save Amon from
endless torture and pain, for that is what he experiences right now.
What I fear the most is not his death or knowing that he suffers.
It is that he will be found by the Devourer of the Dead, who resides in
the netherworld. She seeks out those lost souls who wander the Paths
of Desolation and sates her endless appetite by consuming them. If she
gets her hands on him, Amons suffering will be eternal, for she can feed
off of him continually.
His connection to you will make him especially desirable to her.
It is not often that she has the opportunity to feast upon a heart like
Amons, a heart that is filled with love. The blackened souls we send to
her are never satisfying enough and any remaining energies they retain
are consumed too quickly. Her power is held in check simply because
we starve her. A juicy heart such as Amons, fueled by your bond, would
grant her enough energy to escape the confines of the netherworld.
I thought you said his heart was missing.
That is my . . . theory.
Then how can she eat it?
Anubis sighed. The link between Amon and his brothers and
between the two of you makes all four of you susceptible, for she can
sense you through him. Whatever piece of Amons heart remains,
whether its his memory or his soul, it will be as enticing to her as fresh
blood is to a shark.
Holy Egyptian heaven. My hands shook. I wasnt sure if I actually
understood everything Anubis was explaining, but I couldnt deny the
seriousness of the situation. Assuming all of this is true, and I believed
it and wanted to do something about it, why couldnt I just use our
vision connection to tell him to get out?
Because even if you were able to tell him, the netherworld is
designed to trap a person once they enter.
Then whats to prevent me from being trapped along with him?
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one still living. Once you locate Amon, the tether will become active and
you will follow it to an exit point where we will wait to retrieve you.
We?
Yes, the five of usIsis, Osiris, myself, Nephthys, and Maat.
And Asten and Ahmose?
They are busy performing their assigned duties.
Okay, then what about Amun-Ra or Horus? Dont they care about
whats going on?
Because Amon is imbued with the power of both Horus and
Amun-Ra, they cannot intervene directly. To use their power in Amons
retrieval would alert the Devourer to his presence. Also, Amun-Ra
was not fully convinced that the Sons of Egypt were necessary in the
first place. It was only with great reluctance that he agreed to share his
power. I imagine he considers Amons betrayal of their gifts as confirmation that he was correct regarding his original position and likely
blames me for selecting a faulty vessel.
Good for you. Well, at least the gods wont throw any thorns in my
path, right? Anubis looked suddenly uncomfortable. They wouldnt,
right? I encouraged him to answer.
All I can tell you is that to enter the afterlife, which is the place
youll need to begin, you must convince Amun-Ra to allow you to ride
his celestial barque.
You mean the same one that Isis rode on when she tricked him?
Yes. And hes not likely to fall for the same trick twice.
And he wont just give me permission outright?
No. Like I said, he doesnt see things in the same way we do.
How generous of him. So to sum everything up, I need to convince or trick the most powerful god of Egypt to give me a seat in his
boat, head into the netherworld with a rope tied around my waist, and
fight various monsters and demons, including one that wants to eat my
heart, all in the hope that I can navigate a world of traps, locate Amon,
and convince him to come back and resume the work he hates without
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The rope is figurative. I folded my arms across my chest. He

winced. It is a crude, yet not imprecise, summation.
And why exactly arent you doing all of this yourself ?
His heart speaks only to you, Lilliana Young. If I were to enter the
netherworld, I could spend an eternity seeking him. Then who would
fulfill my duties in the centuries it would take to find him? Id have to
cast light upon every bottomless crevice, every dank hole, and every
monster-filled bog in the place. The netherworld is so vast, so . . . distracting . . . that the likelihood of me finding him before the Devourer
does is slim. You, my dear, with a direct line to Amons heart, will save
us time. You are our best chance.
I sighed, rubbing my temples. What if . . . I paused. What if I find
him and he doesnt want to come back?
Anubis came around the bed and placed his hands on my shoulders.
You will explain it to him.
But
Lilliana, Amon left the afterlife for you. And for you, he will
return.
Would he? How could I do this? I was no Egyptian heroine. I could
barely wield a knife against an apple, let alone a sword, against a monster, assuming I was even given a sword. Considering the folded-armswait-and-see approach Horus and Amun-Ra were taking, I wasnt
guaranteed to make it into the afterlife in the first place, let alone the
netherworld. Even if I did, how would I figure out where Amon was
holed up?
How am I supposed to find him?
Your heart will lead you to him, Anubis answered quietly.
There were so many questions. Too many. Even if I knew where the
netherworld was, wouldnt I have to die to get there? I guess my decision
boiled down to my level of trust in Anubis. Did I believe what he was
telling me?
My gut told me yes. I tried to reason it out logically, but logic in this
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figurative hearts and spells, supernatural powers and monstrous

creatures, you didnt follow your brain; you followed your heart. And
my heart whispered that Amon needed me. If I was honest with myself,
Id admit that Id known that fact for a while.
If everything Anubis said was true, then the consequences of my
failing were more than I could comprehend. Id lose everything and
Chaos would destroy the world. No matter what, I couldnt stand back
and let this tragedy unfold. If, for some reason, Anubis was misleading
me and he was using me only to keep Amon in line, then Id deal with
that later.
Moonlight filtered in through the window and slanted across the
god of the afterlifes face. The night was quiet. I couldnt hear the crickets chirping outside or even my nanas snoring and I wondered briefly
if Anubis had wrapped us in one of his time bubbles where the outside
world ceased to exist.
Energy and anticipation thrummed through my limbs, and my
mind was soon able to focus on only one thing. I wasnt thinking about
the danger, the uncertainty, the million questions I had, Seth, the gods,
or even the Devourer. The only idea that I could reflect on was the
possibility that Id be able to see Amon again. A steely determination
filled me.
Anubis seemed to sense this and searched my face hopefully. Will
you go, Lilliana? he asked.
Hesitating for a single heartbeat, I answered quietly. Yes.
Anubis gifted me with a rare, heartfelt smile. You are truly a brave
girl. I can understand why Amon has such affection for you. But, Lilliana, there is one thing you must do first. If you cannot accomplish this
task, then you will not be permitted entry to Amun-Ras realm at all, let
alone ride his celestial barque or enter the afterlife.
I frowned, uncertainty flooding over me. What is it? I asked.
You must transform yourself.
Choking back my fear, I posed, Do you mean I have to die first?
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will need to be alive. But your mortality will be altered somewhat. Its
an inevitable thing with this type of transformation. And you must
understand that once this is done, you will never be just Lilliana Young
again. You will be something altogether different.
What do I have to do? I asked, terrified of his answer.
Youll have to become . . . a sphinx.

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Perfection

Magic

Scarab Beetles

The Moon

Justice, Truth,
and Order

Vultures

Sky and Stars

The Underworld

The Sun

Creation

Scorpions

Writing

Fire and Vengeance

Wind and Air

Protection

Wisdom

Crocodiles

Deserts and Storms

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Colleen Houck is the five-time New York Times bestselling author of the
Tigers Curse series and Reawakened. She lives in Salem, Oregon, with
her husband.
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