the first half of the curse appeared to have come true, could the rest of the inscription be taken seriously?
“
Gabriel booted up his computer then nodded to himself; Horus had been Anubis' enemy.
The beast had named himself to Oh-Fa: “
So the priests of Horus had somehow bound the god Anubis to the tomb of the dead queen.
And he was stuck there until the coming of the light seeker.
Gabriel’s mind span over Taylor's words when she had returned to him: “
A chill numbed Gabriel until his whole body felt as dull as his useless legs. The pencil dropped from his frozen fingers.
“Not living, not dead. Justin was dead, but he had Taylor's life-force.” His chair shuddered as he started to move, to shake. “Not a child, not a man – they wouldn't have had the word 'teenager' back then.” His rubbed his face with his hands.
If the Professor's translation was correct, then Taylor and the ghost with her had just given Anubis what he needed to free himself.
Sick to the core he gripped the image of his wife, the one that always sat on his desk. “Can I believe this?” He looking into her eyes; caught on camera in a rare moment of light-hearted humour. “I didn't believe you. I must have made your life so much more difficult.” Tears wet his stubbled chin. “I'm sorry.”
He rubbed the picture like an aged Aladdin, somehow hoping she would speak back to him. “But this. Is it one step too far? Am I now being too credulous, believing the one thing I should not? Who would I even tell, what warning could I give?” The picture remained only that and he replaced it sadly next to the paired books.
“No.” He shook his head. “This I don’t believe.”
He closed the books and headed for the door. Taylor and Justin were due home from school soon and he owed her some time and hot chocolate. For at least one day, the family curse could wait.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my agent, the wonderful Juliet Mushens of The Agency Group, who believed in my writing and bashed it into shape with me. She is an inspiration.
To my editor, Amanda Rutter of Strange Chemistry, whose inciteful comments and hard work brought out the best in my manuscript.
To my family and friends, whose belief and support are invaluable, and to my in-laws Pat and Charles Pearce, whose practical help enabled the book to be completed.
To my existing readers, who have sent fantastic emails, messages and notes of support. Thank you.
And finally to my husband and children: Andy, Maisie and Riley. One day I trust that you will read and enjoy my work. In the meantime you inspire me and I love you more with every breath.
