tailieunhanh - Blood Lines

He had been almost aware for some time. Nothingness had shattered when they removed him from the chamber long concealed behind the centuries empty tomb of a forgotten priest. The final layer of the binding spell had been written on the rock wall smashed to gain access and, with that gone, the spell itself had begun to fray. Every movement frayed it further. The surrounding ka, more souls than had been near him in millennia, called him to feed. Slowly, he reached for memory. Then, just as he brushed against self and had only to reach out and grasp it. | Blood Lines Tanya Huff Blood Lines Author Tanya Huff Category Horror Website http Date 14-October-2012 Page 1 208 http Blood Lines Tanya Huff Chapter One He had been almost aware for some time. Nothingness had shattered when they removed him from the chamber long concealed behind the centuries empty tomb of a forgotten priest. The final layer of the binding spell had been written on the rock wall smashed to gain access and with that gone the spell itself had begun to fray. Every movement frayed it further. The surrounding ka more souls than had been near him in millennia called him to feed. Slowly he reached for memory. Then just as he brushed against self and had only to reach out and grasp it and draw home the key to his freedom the movement stopped and the lives went away. But the nothingness didn t quite return. And that was the worst of all. Sixteenth Dynasty thought Dr. Rax running his finger lightly along the upper surface of the plain unadorned rectangle of black basalt. Strange when the rest of the collection was Eighteenth. He could now however understand why the British were willing to let the artifact go although it was a splendid example of its type it was neither going to bring new visitors flocking to the galleries nor was it likely to shed much light on the past. Besides thanks to the acquisitiveness of aristocracy with more money than brains Great Britain has all the Egyptian antiquities it can hope to use. Dr. Rax was careful not to let that thought show on his face as a member of said aristocracy albeit of a more recent vintage fidgeted at his shoulder. Too well bred to actually ask the fourteenth Baron Montclair leaned forward hands shoved into the pockets of his crested blazer. Dr. Rax unsure if the younger man was looking worried or merely vacant attempted to ignore him. And I thought Monty Python created the concept of the upper-class twit he mused as he continued his inspection. How foolish of me. Unlike most .

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