Historical Fiction Egypt Novels & Stories

“We’re just finishing putting the last pieces of the collection into the glass displays. There are some really impressive artifacts from 1290 BCE, when some scholars believe was around the time of the Exodus.” “Hello again, Anna,” Bibi smiled warmly when Nate and Anna joined him. “What do you think of our exhibit? We uncovered an entire collection of Egyptian idols that were worshiped by the population before Moses came to free the slaves. The exhibit begins with this informational audio that was donated from Rice University Department of Statistics, that explains how it all relates.” Anna put on a set of headphones and pressed the start button on the exhibit. She was a bit startled that the

Claire. "Completely correct Miss Emerson. Completely. What inspired your interest in Egyptology?" She set down her glass and smiled slowly, her eyes hazing over with a fond memory. "As a child, I loved their depictions of the divine- of gods and goddesses with the heads of wild dogs, alligators, falcons, cats, cranes- all those beastly things we'd now never let pass beyond the temporal world. My mind was captivated." She hummed, her head tilting slightly as she picked up her fork. "Who wouldn't want to live in a world with such a vastly different view of beauty and power?"

The vagueness of the location in both texts and the lack of documented evidence elsewhere in history of ancient China had made the discovery of this tomb almost impossible. It was an accidental discovery by Grace that made her obsessive towards finding the truth behind this rather elusive part of history. Was this a myth, a folklore or was it a well-guarded secret of the ancient world? The discovery that triggered this compulsion in Grace was an autobiography of an Egyptian historian Hori Ramose who lived during the same period of the Qin Dynasty.

“Trust me when I say things like this will never happen again. You will have the peaceful life with the extraordinary soulmate you desire.” Even though Sarah wasn’t keen on the subject, what Celia said caught her attention, and she shifted in her seat to readjust and turn herself towards the bunch. “This,” Celia pointed towards the plate. “Is incredible! In all my years, I haven’t encountered anything so incredible. This is as authentic as prophecy can be. I can’t be sure about the exact age of it without further analysis, but according to the rough estimation, it dates back to the Early Dynastic Period of Egypt.” Celia proclaimed, her voice full of significance. She was very aware that all