(SNEAK PEAK!) The Weighing of Hearts

  It was a man up until the neck, with skin the colour of grave compost, through which shimmered royal blue veins, from which protruded, on broad shoulders, the furry, black head of a canine beast, a jackal, with intelligent, sentient eyes. He held himself with the air of a man aware of his influence, though it was modest and told of awareness of responsibility rather than arrogance, and stood in stark contrast to Horus'.

  When Anubis spoke he had no physical voice and his words pierced directly into their minds.

  The descendant of Ra, void of power and her throne, Anubis said, his voice quite pleasant for a god of the underworld, though it sounded a bit stiff, his shrewd gaze trailing from Nefertari to Horus. The god of the sky, on his journey to revenge his father's death and find himself within the lies spun by our ancestors. His gaze shifted onto Simon, who stood frozen. And the child of secrets, who dreads the truth most of all.

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  Simon shivered, and he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the cold. So much for deceiving Anubis. Had he really believed he could mislead a god?

  There was a short silence, and then Horus rose up off the ground and stepped forward.

  “Anubis,” he said, “enough with the pleasantries. I trust you know why we're here?” His glow lit the room like a large lantern, throwing Anubis' features into great relief. There was something like kindness in the gaze he bestowed upon them, though it was equally as aloof. Considering the beastly head sat upon his shoulders, however, it was surprising how human the god seemed.

  You have questions, said Anubis, but everything has a price.

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