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Our bond was both emotional and physiological, and it was both the most wondrous and the most terrifying thing I’d ever experienced.
The age, however, wasn’t the most surprising thing about it; the language and handwriting were. The former was English, and the latter was, well, mine.
Apep was one of the ancient names for Apophis, the ancient Egyptian god of chaos and darkness, commonly associated with a serpent.
Hathor, the ancient goddess of love, sex, singing, dancing, drunkenness—what most people would agree were the best parts of life.
We all need someone who sees us for who we really are; otherwise, we risk losing ourselves completely.”
the ba more closely resembled the modern idea of a “soul,” this term was historically identified with a person’s shadow.
“Yes, his sheut. You may think of it as his ‘power,’ or the thing that gives him access to his power. Unlike you or Aset or Heru, Apep and I are not Netjer-At, gods of time, but Netjer—beings who belong on all planes of existence—and our sheut, our power, is an essential part of our beings.
Often we do not know ourselves fully, and must rely on others’ eyes to see who we really are.”
but if I stayed near her for even a moment longer, it was highly possible I would do something that would cause irreparable damage to the timeline. Like strangle her.
Lol
“Whatever you say, oh great and powerful husband.” “Sarcasm is very unladylike, wife.” I snorted. “As is snorting.” “Look at you, making jokes.”
“That I do not know.” “I think I’ll call him Rus,” I said with another yawn. “Short for Horus.” “My grandson? He would be very confused if you did.” “No.” My eyes drooped shut. “The kitten.”
The moment you arrived in this time, you became the single most important person alive.”
Akhet being one of the three seasons the ancient Egyptians divided their year into, along with Peret and Shemu, it translated, more or less, to “inundation.” It was a several-month period during which the Nile would flood, inundating the floodplains with silt and leaving behind incredibly fertile black soil once it receded.
“Ah, then you shall forever be little queen to me.”
He smiled, and my soul sang. “My little queen . . .” He lowered himself to his knees and gazed up at me, those eyes no longer warm, but hard and determined. “I live to serve, Alexandra. My life is yours, Alexandra, may you live forever.”
“Tell me what you will do to any female Netjer-At who attempts to slip into my bed. Tell me I belong to you and you alone. Tell me.”
“I will gut any man who even attempts to lay with you. I will tear him apart, because you are mine.”
I wanted more. I wanted everything his kiss was promising, but I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to be claimed by him, bonded to him, joined with him.
however much time stands between us, however much distance separates us, I will find my way back to you. I will return to you . . . one way or another.
“I blame you for invading my every thought . . . my every dream. I blame you for making me desire what only you can give me more than I have ever desired anything from another being, Netjer-At or human.”
“is the goddess I will worship, the queen I will serve, the wife I will be faithful to, the woman I will love”—his gaze seared my soul—“for all eternity.”
“Heru is the god I will worship, the king I will serve, the husband I will be faithful to, and the man I will love for all eternity,” I said a hairsbreadth from his lips.
I controlled the power; the power didn’t control me.
“I need to feel you . . . to know that you’re really here . . . to know that you’re still mine. I need you, Lex.”
