Reawakened

Eternity is a long time to exist without something to remember.

A desert lily need not turn jealous eyes toward the common violet.

The truth is, if I could bottle your water-lily scent and carry it with me as I wandered the desert, even if I was sick from the sun and dying from thirst, only to be saved by a desert sheikh who wished to barter for it, and even should the trading of it save my life, I would not part with it for all the jewels, silks, and precious riches of Egypt and all the lands surrounding it. So to say your scent is pleasant to me is an understatement most villainous.

Lily, I can honestly tell you that i have never in my long life come across a creature as beguilinig as you. You are as fresh and as lovely as a budding flower by the dew of a golden morning. I breathe you in and am filled with the taste of sunshine, life, and hope. You are much more than beautiful. You are...temptation personified.

Just because there is no perceivable alternate exit does not mean another exit does not exist. I believe there may indeed be a way to escape.

Amon murmured against my neck, "You taste like melted desert honey.

As the days and the years of your life go by, I will keep watch over you, and when your blossom closes its petals, finally surrendering to the night, I will meet you at the dawn of your new existence and I will be your new guide in the afterlife.

I'd waited so long for his kiss, and it was so much more, so much better than I had dared imagine. Golden sunshine burst behind my closed eyelids as I became a being entwined with the sun. His hands pulled me against his body and I melted into him, my limbs tingling and warm. Amon's mouth moved over mine, slowly, like he could make the kiss last forever.

I'd expected his style to be exotic and very different from modern dancing, but I hadn't expected that he would be doing a male version of belly dancing.

I could fall recklessly, dangerously, in love with a guy like him.

This water is more delicious than the soft kisses from the daubed lips of a dozen nubile maidens

It does not matter if we acknowledge the sun; it contiues to shine reardless of the heed we give it. If my efforts go without recognitioun, then so be it.

I mean, realistically, what was I expecting here? A sarcophagus built for two?

How did yo do that?" Ahmose titled his head. "Im am a pathfinder," he said simply. "But that's not a path. It's a door." "Yes. I found the path of weakness in the door.

The human sun god was a stomach-dropping, chest-popping, feet-sliding, shoulder-swaying, hip-rotating, flutter-inducing, liquid locomotive, and I was surrounded by women who couldn't wait to buy a ticket.

Thousands of beautiful women? Yes. Thousands of insects whose only purpose is to lure fish? No.

Come back, Young Lily,” he groaned. “I need you.” Oh, I don´t think so.

Amon’s dancing was like a mashup of Elvis and the Chippendales.

Before I could even form a question, he murmured some words in Egyptian and we were sucked into a whirlwind.

I didn’t go for dangerous guys, especially bald guys wearing skirts who I couldn’t figure out. He