This story had the potential to be engaging, but it never made it there. First of all, it moved way too slow. I had trouble getting through the many short chapters, stumbling through the names, the references, the gods and the cities. Secondly, I have a problem with stories who present a main character who is perpetually in the dark and led astray, as was the case with Rahotep. But beyond that, after 348 pages, I never even felt a connection to any of the characters.
Rahotep should have been the easiest - he was, after all, the main character. But what did I know about him? He was smart, he was well-thought of in his home town of Thebes, and he was dedicated to his work and his family. Other than that, nothing. I found I didn't care when he was in danger or hurt, and didn't think much about whether or not he'd see his family again.
Nefertiti herself was drawn as a brave, intelligent, caring woman, but she still had her conniving, planning side, which was the catalyst for the entire novel. There were moments when she should have been portrayed as human, with all the nasty human emotions - fear, pride, sadness and love - but those emotions were somehow lost in translation.
I found I couldn't believe the circumstances around her disappearance, nor the events that followed. I sighed my way through dialogue, encounters that were surely meant to be thrilling but which fell flat, and deaths that were too bloody and gory for the setting, and which were never satisfactorily explored or explained.
The only character I actually liked was Nakht, and he was hardly ever in the story! Maybe if Rahotep had been written with the compassion and humanity of Nakht, I would have found the connection I had missed.