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“The Egyptians saw the sun and called him Ra, the Sun God. He rode across the sky in his chariot until it was time to sleep. Copernicus and Galileo proved otherwise and poor Ra lost his divinity.”

Quote by Ashwin Sanghi

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Ashwin Sanghi
Ashwin Sanghi

Ashwin Sanghi is a prominent Indian author recognized for his works in mystery, thriller, and historical fiction genres. Born on January 25, 1969, Sanghi has made a substantial impact in the literary world with his intricate plots and compelling storytelling. His books frequently integrate Indian mythology and history with contemporary themes, making them popular among readers globally. more

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“Do you really think that Tutankhamen would have taken a chance on some pale girl with pretty eyes had you not been the priestess of Anubis?” “You did.” The words fall out of me. “What?” I look up at him. “You took a chance on me.” I sit up, breath heavy in my throat. “When I was nothing but a dead, lost thing.”

“The man whirled, his hands still gripping the animal's skin, his face perfectly illuminated by the fire. He was half in shadow, and the shadow revealed him slowly. His left eye was covered by a black leather patch, and thin white scar raked his brow and the cheekbone below. The carried on, down the length of his neck, into the thick black beard, twisting under his collarbone and around his torso. They marred only the skin, I noted, for the muscles beneath were whole and strong, and the entire impression was one of great vitality and energy, strength unbridled. He looked nothing so much as a fallen god working at a trade. "Hephaestus at the forge," I murmured, recalling my mythology....”

“Ahhh." Anubis narrows his eyes at me. “I’ve given you inspiration. Now you’re thinking about bringing the lightbulb to ancient Egypt. It would be a hit––all those dark tombs.” You. I was thinking about you. His eyebrows rise. “Huh? Me?” Fluorine uranium carbon potassium. I said that out loud. "I mean," I stutter, "I was thinking about…unimolecular reactions.”

“I could have killed you,” I snarl. “You think you can become a god. You always meddle and change and create. No, that is not the way. What is shall always be. What is known shall always stand.” “Then you’ve never been in a laboratory!”