Red Marks the Child, The Ankhs (Book 1) – Fantasy World.

Red Marks the Child, The Ankhs (Book 1) – Fantasy World.

Fantasy isn’t rational, it’s para-rational. We look at the ancients world, today, and we think ‘Wow, they worshipped everything’. They worshipped the Sun and Moon and Earth and Sky and Death and Love and… you name it!

But what if I told you that the ancient ‘gods’ of Egypt actually lived? And no… they weren’t gods. And no… they weren’t human. And no… they weren’t aliens. *Ehem*, and what if I told you that some are still among us, today?

Hathor, was worshipped in ancient Egypt as the personification of joy, love, and motherhood. But she wasn’t really a goddess, and never asked to be worshipped. In fact, if she hadn’t fallen in love with a human, no one would ever have known she existed. Her kind would not have been disclosed. She lived — and once upon a time, she was the most powerful Djinn on Earth.

Welcome to Zinnat, the capital city of all Djinn on Earth. Attainable through many portals, Zinnat is situated below the Nile River, close to the delta. (No, you will not see it if you ever dive in). Unless you’re a Djinn, or in the company of a Djinn, Zinnat will remain permanently off your passport pages. It is as ancient as creation, itself.

If you ever do find your way into the city, try to blend in. The Djinn may look like me and you, but they dress in variations of solid colors. Why? Because they are the colors of their stones and echoed in their eyes. But what does that mean?

At birth, a Djinn comes into our world with a single gift, a gossamer sac of black rocks. In their childhood years, they are raised by their parents anywhere in the world, but cloaked behind a Zaffrin — a veil — placed around them so that they remain hidden from the eyes of humans. No Djinn child ever really shows any interest in the humans, but for some reason, Hathor did. In fact, for the most part of her childhood, she thought she was human.

A Djinn is known to reach maturity when they first instinctively travel by Fire. Why Fire? Because Kararos — the river of Fire — is where the first Djinns were created. It is at that moment that they are presented with their stones at any of the gateways to Zinnat. When they touch the stones, their potential for magic is gaged and the stones turn into refined crystals that come in shades of blue, yellow, white, black, brown, violet, green, and so on. These crystals are worn around their necks as they are now ready to meet the Legai — the Ancient Ones — and receive their magical powers.

At their initiation, families gather to watch the generation(s) of Djinn walk down the great hall towards the tri-thrones of the Legai. As they approach the ancient ones, their clothes change to take on the color of their stones. This color is then carried in their eyes, in adulthood.

In the case of Hathor, she was the marvel and shock to all that watched her walk to the Ancient Ones. She was the first Djinn in over a few thousand years, who possessed the power to change her stones to RED.

But what did this mean? And why did it terrify her mother? And did the Legai, the most powerful Djinn in existence, seem a little concerned when they saw her? On that day, she knelt before them as a child come of age, and she rose… gifted.

Beyond the artificial brightness of the streets of Zinnat, ever bustling with social diners serving the small endless cups of Firron (a favorite spiced drink among Djinn), in the depth of the Great Hall, in private seclusion, there lies the sanctum of the Legai. It is their realm of safety and privacy and the gateway to the spelled labyrinth that protects the source of all Djinn power: Kararos, the ancient river of Fire, and on its bank, the amber pillar upon which rests the Am-Djinn or The Book of Djinn.

So, where do Djinn live when they’re outside their capital city of Zinnat? Well, they live their own houses all around us. Of course, their properties are Zaffrinned from our human eyes and spelled to be foreboding to us. We’ll usually perceive these places as marshlands or wastelands or a space engulfed in a putrid scent. While they’re unaffected by their magic, it’s enough to repel people from lurking by their homes.

Space is quite different, also. What we see as a small, stinky corner of a street will normally open up to a brilliant mansion and perfumed garden. Hathor’s home had high, magical mosaic ceilings that used to morph and tell her stories as a child. She was fond of the sheer curtains that danced and swayed in the gentle breeze of the archways.

In ancient Egypt, Hathor’s story is told as the epitome of duality. She was Hathor and she was Sekhmet. She was Love and she was Vengeance. Was there any truth to their stories? A little. But it was always incomplete and watered down from the reality she once lived. Until now…

Book Blurb:

…Little did she know that no human could ever see her.

Hathor, born a Djinn, raised as human and torn between the two as she comes of age and discovers her powers.

An ancient prophecy, a river of Fire, and the unification of three objects called “The Ankhs”, sets the world of Humans and Djinn into a race against time!

Can Hathor uphold the laws of Djinn, not to be seen by humans, when she falls in love with one? Does she stand a chance against Anpu, as he seeks to fulfill an ancient prophesy and destroy mankind?

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About the Author:

Greetings from the land of the Pharaohs.

I’m an Egyptian woman – born in Central Africa and raised all over the world. I came back to Egypt when I was 18 years old and have lived here, happily, every since. By way of work, I’m an academic dean, an educator, and a writer.

As far as my writing goes, I tend to “break the mold”. Honestly, I’d shatter the bloody thing if I could. I like to change things up and keep things fresh and new and original. So, if a book idea burns in me, I light the flames and write it.

My favorite stories always flirt with old mythology and are intertwined with lots of romance and adventure. Be warned now: I LOVE writing a good plot twist!

In the labyrinth of my fantasy-driven mind, pens are my wands and I’ll spin the tales like a dervish-man.

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