Nobody knew the clutches of a viper as well as she. She bore the mark of the sacred serpent, and she'd lived her life a sacrifice to him, sn

The enemy celebrated. The sounds of their raucous victory floated up to her from the temple courtyard: a hundred men dancing on the grave of

You were supposed to die for me, Sadira. Fitful dreams troubled her. In them, Set came, a naked body draped with serpents, and the largest o

He'd angered her. Him with his talk of whores and sorceresses, his naked disdain, when he knew as well as she did he'd wanted to have her, i