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Maggie Shayne's Young Rhiannon in the Temple of Isis (Wings in the Night Book 19)
Maggie Shayne's Young Rhiannon in the Temple of Isis (Wings in the Night Book 19)
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I am Rhiannon.
This is my origin story.
My original name was Rhianikki, firstborn of Pharaoh. My bare feet sank into the sands of Egypt when the pyramids were new. My mother was a divine queen who died giving birth to me and they say the walls of the palace trembled when they took me, wailing, from her cold arms.
I was special and not just by virtue of my inherent divinity.
But rather than honor my gifts, my father feared them. And when I was five years old, he and his new queen sent me far away from their newborn twin sons, to live at the Temple of Isis, where I learned and grew and became the woman I still am, more than three thousand years later.
That temple is where I was raised, by holy women who taught me the secrets of the gods and of the goddesses and all the ways of magic.
There I met Luca, a father figure like my own had never been, who could only visit me by night and who said we were related in a way I would not understand until I was older.
During those years, I rescued stolen children; I answered women’s prayers; I helped artists find their calling; I caused a poor, small village to thrive, and I saw the face of my beloved in the glass-like crystal ball of a prophet.
I communed with Isis nightly and became convinced she lived within me, that my soul was divine.
That assumption has never left me.
What people are saying…
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “If you could only pick two words to describe this tale they’d be fascinating and enthralling. The tale of the young princess given away because her father the Pharaoh and his new wife feared her and wanted their new sons to reign. We see her grow and learn and never lose sight of who and what she is. What a true queen is. Dedicated to her people, to protect and serve and make sure that their lives are as good as they can be. Rare, unique and incorrigible is our Rhiannon. This story weaves a fascinating tale that seamlessly blends elements of history, fantasy and supernatural. I absolutely loved it and cannot wait to read more stories in this universe!” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “As always and expected when reading Maggie Shayne you are lost in the story wanting to know what happens next, some of course expected for anyone who read Wings In the Night stories with the character of Rhiannon since she was always true to who she was, staying true to character so some outcome known we know she survives thrives yet the story, and story telling was so well done you kept reading to learn not only where it might go, but to learn who she was and how she developed to be the adult of such power. A must read for anyone who likes the Wings in the Night series and for those who don't know it if reading this first you are warned you'll want to read the whole series for those books that have Rhiannon in them, and discover that you enjoy all of them.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “I have waited for this story forever! It did not disappoint. I wish that the Wings in the Night series would continue for a very long time! Every story is unique! Rhiannon has always intrigued me and I wondered what her story would be it brought her to life. I recommend this to all!” ~ Reviewer
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
I, Rhianikki, firstborn of Pharaoh, stood in a straight line with the other five-year-old girls, and not even at the front of the line. We all wore the same white linen dresses with straps over both shoulders. We wore no silk aprons, no golden girdles, no precious stones. Our sandals were woven papyrus with long, pointed toes that curled up and back around—every pair, just the same.
I hated it!
We’d been told to line up here, in the temple garden, which was rife with fruit trees, fragrant herbs, and flowers of all sorts. There were twisting stone paths all through it, with wider stone floors for gathering. It was open to the summer sky above but surrounded on all three sides by the gleaming Temple of Isis. Its fourth side was made of bushes and shrubs with an opening in the center for passing in and out, and beyond lay the desert. The temple’s walls were made of white stone blocks bigger than I, and they blazed like the sun when the rays of Ra hit it just before sunset.
In one end of the garden, there was a fountain with a pool at its base. A golden statue of Isis stood on a raised stone dais as tall as a person. Her wings were spread wide, and arced forward, as if she were offering a hug. Her face, arms, and flowing skirt were carved of smooth black onyx. Her glorious wings, skirt, arm bands and headpiece were made of pure gold. Water flowed upward, as if by magic, bubbling out around her feet before tumbling down the head-high dais into the circular pool below.
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