By Lauren Haney
A tender, untested policeman confronts deceit, treachery, and lethal peril in an historic and luxurious global. writer Lauren Haney dazzles with a spellbinding "prequel" -- the 1st research of the bright Egyptian, Lieutenant Bak.A proud officer within the provider of Queen Hatshepsut, it was once Lieutenant Bak's nice misfortune to guide his charioteers in a raid of a home of delight frequented by means of Egyptians of very excessive station. Reassigned for his transgressions, Bak is exiled to Buhen -- a fortified urban within the such a lot desolate a part of the Nile valley. slightly has he set foot during this nest of vipers whilst he discovers Nakht, Buhen's able commandant, slain with a dagger in his breast -- and Nakht's very attractive, younger spouse lined with clean blood. Bak's conscientiously honed intuition makes him hesitate to sentence the worried widow. probably the man's loss of life used to be divine retribution for fresh offenses directed towards the gods. discovering the reality during this negative position may be as tricky as discovering water within the heartless wilderness that surrounds it -- whereas extra dying will be a long way too effortless to return by means of.
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After identifying himself to the sentry at the top, he climbed onto the nearest tower, which rose from the northwest corner of the inner city, the administrative sector of Buhen. From there, he could see in the waning moonlight much of the outer city, a huge rectangular area enclosed by walls as high and strong as those around the citadel. The streets were crooked, the blocks irregular in shape, the buildings thrown together in random form. Within these cramped structures were the workshops and homes of craftsmen and traders.
Had he been slain to keep secret the knowledge he had refused to share? If he, Bak, had been less concerned about himself, if he had urged the commandant to speak, would he still live and breathe? FLESH OF THE GOD 19 The watch ofﬁcer, Lieutenant Mery, the man who stood at the head of the fortress guard, knelt beside the bloodied form. His slim, boyish torso glistened in the light of a ﬂaming torch mounted in a wall bracket next to the door. His face, as perfectly molded as a statue of royalty, was drawn and pale, accenting a small livid scar at the corner of his mouth.
He asked. ” “He was probably seated beside the table, and with two lamps so near . ” Bak’s eyes darted toward Mery. ” “The one who slew him could’ve taken it. Does that not prove mistress Azzia innocent? ” Unless it was a fragment, Bak thought, a piece so small she could hide it in the bosom of her dress. He examined the chair, which was free of blood, and ran his ﬁngers over the smooth, clean surfaces of the narrow table. “If there was a struggle, it was short-lived. ” “Nakht was not a man to give up without resisting.