On the night which Seteh chose to act, there was no moon or stars, the sky covered over by clouds and tinted a dull red from the city lights that were never far away. The clearing he had prepared for this ritual was lit only by the weirdly flickering crimson and gold light of a fire. Seteh stood before it, not as a man, but as a man with head of a ( Read more... )

It was strange, sometimes. Set was not exactly highly thought of by the other gods of Egypt. The Osiris incident and Isis' screeches about it had seen to that. And the whole problem of her son, the little bird-brat. His brother-nephew. If there were any luck for him, Horus would never come out of hiding ( Read more... )

Marek only vaguely remembered the events of the past day or two. He'd gone to sleep with Dee and then ( Read more... )

It was a delicate process ( Read more... )

( the story till now )