This is a Muslim home. Why does Anubis hold out his hand for me?
It is my thanks. You were once a girl with your own tita who taught you the ways of Egypt old. Of when the Nile was full and flooded. She told you stories of the wolf and the jackal, the red wind and of the child of Bast.
I can’t see you, but I can hear you. All I have to do is close my eyes and find you among all the noise in the world. Your small laughter (I miss you babe). That’s all I need to know, that you are doing well.
…when he’d seen it, his heart had clean stopped–and for a moment, there had been an overwhelming silence in his mind. he felt his magic and warrior’s instincts honing into a lethal combination the longer he stared–howling to rip apart the people who had done that with his bare hands.