Resurrection

by Arwen Elys Dayton

Before that kiss in the park, before Niks had touched her and made her his own.

“Life doesn’t always supply inspiration, Son. Eventually, you have to do something with yourself.”

But what would it really be like to see him helpless? he wondered. Surely that would be worse than death to him.

If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him. —Voltaire

“He was, the story goes, murdered by Seth, his brother. His death, through many bloody battles, was ultimately avenged by his son Horus.

“Ten lifetimes cursed, you will disengage!”

“Proo-it,”

He was long since over the typical bout of dysentery, known as the Pharaoh’s Revenge,

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Baksheesh was simply money given as charity or in recognition of a service rendered.

“Think of how lucky we are. We can experience art and love and beauty. We are infinite, just as those things are infinite.”