Weekend of Words #4 – The Ankh of Isis

I won't even explain this one. I'll let it stand on its own, and if you want to know more, you'll just have to buy the book

 

The three of them stood in a stretch of golden desert. In the distance, barely visible, was a grove of palm trees. The treetops swayed gently in a breeze that Megan did not feel. The sun reflected off the white sand, nearly blinding them; it beat down on them with brutal ferocity. Behind them was more sand, and along the horizon ran a ragged mountain range. The peaks l...