Kate Rooper

She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.

I__e heard the name before: Anubis. An Egyptian name. The name of a god.The god of the dead.

I could have killed you,_ I snarl.__ou think you can become a god. You always meddle and change and create. No, that is not the way. What is shall always be. What is known shall always stand.___hen you__e never been in a laboratory!

His lips are soft and crushing at the same time. I__ not sure what to do__s there an algorithm for kissing?

Ahhh." Anubis narrows his eyes at me. ____e given you inspiration. Now you__e thinking about bringing the lightbulb to ancient Egypt. It would be a hit___ll those dark tombs.__ou. I was thinking about you. His eyebrows rise. __uh? Me?__luorine uranium carbon potassium. I said that out loud. "I mean," I stutter, "I was thinking about_unimolecular reactions.

I want to go home.___mpossible. You__e here now.___ut why?___ane Ezrael,_ Anubis says, __ou__e dead.

From beneath the folds of his robes, he reveals a small steel dagger. __ou have tempted fate so many times already and still yield to it. Time for history to rewrite itself. Time for Tutankhamen to have a new ending._ Aten holds the hilt out to me.I stare at the dagger. The hilt is bronze, carved with sun discs that glow when they catch the sun. __hat do you want me to do with that?__ten smiles a white, gaping grin. __ill Tutankhamen and carve out his heart.

He stares blankly, then leaves the room like a ghost__ever truly here. I gaze at the doorway. I do not know if he means for me to follow him. It__ a choice then.And I realize that this is no choice at all, but rather a sentence. By love or by evil, somehow I am bound to Tutankhamen. It__ not a choice any more if I will follow him, but a question of what I will do when I catch him.

Well, it__ probably a good thing Anubis didn__ kiss me. I would have died all over again.