I am having a laugh at Ashs expense while writing my next part for Blood and Bone, the next offering Carrie and I are concocting: a sneak peek – “Ruler of Shedet, hear me in this hour of need, he who approaches you, whose Akh has been weighed according to the feather of Ma’At. He who has been judged, and who has resided in Per Ankh, I ask of you a boon.” The bigger of the two old ones raised its long-toothed muzzle from the water. Each fearsome ivory spike was easily as long as my hand. It would be no effort for the beast to snatch me from where I was hung out to dry and swallow me whole. “Flatterer,” came the voice, dry like silk on sand. I nearly pissed myself in fear—and relief. Those ageless eyes bore into me, and spoke of eons that existed before the mammals were even a dream. It’s no small thing to come face to face with an ancient archetype. And it was certainly a conceit of mine to consider that it would even bother to heed my plea, especially since it had already taken the service of another. “Great lord of the river, I beseech thee—” “Cut the crap, magician,” said the smaller of the pair.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 18:04:07 +0000
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