Best Books About Egypt Novels & Stories

Zahi swallowed slowly, his eyes squinting slightly. "Yes Miss Emerson, you are whole heartedly correct- pray mind you, I didn't take you for the type to know the history of Egypt." Wiping his face with a napkin, he looked across the table, for the first time that meal completely speechless. "I think you'd be surprised at what I know of the 12th dynasty of the middle kingdom, not to mention the rest of the middle kingdom's history. I'm of the understanding that Khakaure Senusret III was the most powerful pharaoh of the dynasty. The fifth, if I'm correct." With a lanquid sip of her water, Mr. Zahi cast a quick glance to Mr. Claire.

Damon pointed out examples open on the table right now. “Delightful. I remember a history class I took. Someone found a book written in Egypt with all sorts of useful medical procedures and treatments in it. But the author missed one important detail.” Eva’s mind stumbled upon this memory in the miasma of her exhausted brain. She didn’t think she’d have thought of it if she hadn’t been so tired. “What was that?” Damon sat and looked at her in curiosity. Interested in her thoughts and reasoning.

Bastet groan while holding her temple in agony from the lingering headache she felt from Zhu Wushang's hell grip. Zhu Wushang checked on the information in the Book of The Dead he got from Bastet with his newfound knowledge of ancient language to see what it was about. The book was about the dead and the ritual to control the dead including the forbidden ceremony to open the gate between the realm of the dead and the realm of the living. This book also references the Black Pyramid, the place where the most powerful mage and Pharaoh in the history of mankind had power rivaling the gods of Egypt's Pantheon.

"For the museum." "Ah." The woman's expression brightened with recognition. "You must be from the Metropolitan Museum of Ancient Arts. We get several of your researchers in here. Dr. Hassan was just asking about similar materials last month." Shantali's pulse quickened. "Dr. Hassan?" "Egyptologist on your staff, I believe. Lovely woman, very thorough in her research. She was particularly interested in the Ka-Wadjet prophecies." The librarian pulled up a catalog entry. "Here we are—I can get you started with Blackwood's *Ritual Smoke Practices of the Late Period* and Mahmoud's translation of the *Papyrus of the Serpent's Breath*. Fair warning though, some of the source material suggests these

Ava nodded, "Yes, the pharaohs were very powerful in Ancient Egypt. They were thought to be like gods." "It's so amazing that we can learn so much about history just by looking at these things" and Ava nodded. She loved as the kids were invested in art. She had no idea that they were that invested even though she knew that most of their favourite subjects in school had been something related to arts and making of things.

Felicity snuggled into her couch, an Egyptian history book propped on her slightly bent legs. She held a highlighter between her index and middle finger, flicking it back and forth as she perused the chapter on the upper and lower kingdoms. Survey of Egyptian History was one of the most interesting classes she was taking this semester. Lust, power struggles, betrayals, rising and falling empiresit was a history major's dream.

I couldn't explain why, but disappointment settled inside me. A ruler that is so powerful… Simply gone? There had to be more of the story. Near the exit stood a small bookshelf filled with archaeological publications. One title immediately caught my attention. ‘The Mystery of Pharaoh Kharef’ so, I picked it up to know more about him. Inside were sketches of damaged temples, fragments of translated inscriptions, and theories written by historians from around the world. Most of the pages ended the same way. Unknown. Missing. Destroyed.

As she turned the next page, though, she came upon an elaborate color illustration of the Sphinx of Egypt, the sun shining behind it, its rays filling the page, so bright it looked as if it might jump out at her, and as she read the inscription, in tiny letters, she was immensely relieved to discover that the author did, indeed, revisit the topic: Considered the greatest library known to man, the Hall of Records is a mythical lost library containing the most precious scrolls known to man, supposedly hidden under the Sphinx in Egypt. Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires.