Ankhesenaton’s ghost will never rest until the world knows the truth of her and her family’s murders.
Faye Summer has been haunted by a three-thousand-year-old-murdered Egyptian princess, one of the five daughters of Nefertiti and the doomed pharaoh Akhenaton, since she was a young girl…and has glimpsed her desperate ghostly face in darkened mirrors and heard her whispers in her dreams. Whispers begging for Faye’s help in uncovering the true story of her and her family’s long ago disappearances and deaths, their terrible fate, so the ghost would no longer be damned to her eternal wandering. On that grave quest, Faye and her husband, Nick, reluctantly travel to Egypt and among the ancient pyramids, sparkling hot sands and the ghosts of the past they discover a truth far worse than they could have imagined…and end up fighting for their own survival.
Faye dragged herself from the bed and stumbled to the window. She stared at the creature who was beating its wings against the glass. Trying to get her attention. Trying to get in. It looked like an owl, or a hawk…but it had the tiny head of a woman. The Egyptian woman. Her kohl-ringed eyes gleaming like black obsidian. Begging. Help me. Help me.
The blood fled from Faye’s face, and startled, she fell backward, away from the creature on the other side of the glass, then she froze. Slowly she reached out her hands and touched the smooth surface of the window. The bird fluttering on the other side. She knew what it was now. It wouldn’t hurt her. It was the Ba-bird. The soul of the dead. It had Ankhesenaton’s face. So it was the embodiment of her soul. It was here because it needed her help – or it had something to tell her. Something to warn her of.
It was an omen.