Everything that happened that day must have been the mischief of Hathor, the goddess of love. Had it not been for Hathor's mischief, a chaste woman like me would never have mingled bodies with a man whose name I didn't even know.
Pesejet, a voluptuous woman with striking blue eyes reminiscent of inlaid turquoise.
Dreaming of a life of travel and celibacy as a priestess of the Temple of Hathor, she is left devastated when she is rejected by the gods during a rite of passage to become a full member of the village.
The Night of Hathor, where everyone whispers of love and tastes the pleasures of paradise.
Walking along the Nile in despair, Pesejet ends up sharing a passionate, ecstatic encounter with a stranger who saves her from a sudden, towering wave.
'I've gone mad! I was out of my mind!'
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Is she still alive? Carrying the raw madness of the turbulent Mediterranean region, the river water that day had created massive waves and a swirling vortex, sweeping away the woman with whom he shared his first taste of earthly pleasure.
Setheph, the Supreme Commander of Lower Egypt and the son of Ramose, the Grand Vizier who rules the people in the pharaoh's stead.
Blessed with the power of Set, the god of darkness—earning him epithets like 'the Cruel' and 'the Man Who Has Never Known a Woman'—he simply cannot purge the woman from the Night of Hathor from his mind.
"We will meet again."
Though he enters her mind through dark rituals, her exact whereabouts remain a mystery. Yet, unexpectedly, she is a fugitive wanted for desecrating the tomb of the former pharaoh...
