Author: Dan Colon

“Now swear by the ancient Egyptian gods, that you will never rest until the Princess Anaka and Kharis have been returned to their rightful resting place, in these tombs…”

“In this house, you’ve got to believe what you can’t see.”

“I am here because this is a young and virile race, not dry and decadent like ours. They have what I want, what I need, what I must have. Do you suppose that I would allow any mortal to stand in my way?”

“You’ll love it here when you get used to the dark. And you’ll love the dark, too. It’s friendly and peaceful. It brings rest and relief from pain. It’s right under the Opera. The music comes down and the darkness distills it, cleanses it of the suffering that made it. Then it’s all beauty. And life here is like a resurrection.”

“I only want to die. That’s why I’m here. If I ever find peace I’ll find it here.”

“The moon rides high in the sky again, Kharis; there’s death in the night air. Your work begins.”