Get out your popcorn, tourists beware, here comes a paranormal adventure with a historical twist, set in Egypt--and Britain.
From Chapter 29 'Darkness': 'Did I just try to dive into that goo to get at a dead guy?' Trueth asked.
Define dead,' Me...
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Trueth stared into the greenery behind the swing. Banana shrubs bearing clusters of unripe fruit were featuring prominently as did other bushes she could not name. From somewhere came the sound of the traffic, muted to a distant surf, and the result was soporific. Whether it was by magic or owed to the dense vegetation sheltering the garden, this was an enchanted place and Trueth's clenched jaw relaxed.
The fiend rose to pace the grass between the rattan settee and the fountain still tinkling away behind them. Indignant twittering was the response to his intrusion and a flock of sparrows took to the air.
'What is it that makes you run into deserts and explode in the face of your rescuer?' He said. 'I'm aware that father was annoyed at my delay and gave a boring talk to get rid of your group—but that usually has people snoring, it doesn't turn them into suicidal fireworks.'
The knot in her belly reappeared. 'Why should I trust you?'
With a snort, the spooky young man returned and threw himself on the settee with his arms crossed. 'Without me, you wouldn't be asking questions. You would be dead.'
He does have a point there. 'Maybe I had enough.' Trueth surprised herself with that answer.
'Enough of what?'
'Maybe I don't want to tell you?' Trueth said. 'I still don't trust you.'
The fiend glared at her. His sister snapped her fingers; he turned towards the girl and snarled 'What?'
The two siblings faced each other without saying a word, waving their hands in the air while the fountain trickled away the seconds. With a grunt, the fiend jumped up, strode towards the living room and slammed the screen door shut behind him. Before Trueth had time to comment, the girl spoke again.
'He's ok, honestly, just full of himself. And he does have a point, you might have died out there.' She had a lovely candid smile, but something was definitely amiss.
'What...How...Am I nuts, or did you just have a conversation?' Trueth asked.
'Oh yes. We call it mind-talk. It's easy for those with the sun-flow. Like us. And you.'
'Sun-flow?' She had heard this before. An ember of hope glimmered in the pit of frustration her life had become. 'You mean—you are—magical? I'm not imagining things?'
The beauty opposite Trueth burst into another fit of the giggles. 'Don't tell me you're still surprised? Of course, we are. The question is what are you exactly? Care to let me know?'
The girl got serious again. 'We want to help you, and that includes big bro when he's not acting the pompous ass.' She patted the seat next to herself. Trueth reckoned her companion was only in her late teens, yet she sounded like the friend Trueth never had had. Or a younger sister more amenable than her own.
