Arwen Elys Dayton
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The Kinley built a ship capable of traveling faster than light. It carried a group of scientists to a small, distant planet—a primitive place called Earth. It’s mission was peaceful observation. But when the ship was destroyed, the Kinley crew found themselves stranded in ancient Egypt, participants in the pageant of life in the time of the Pharaohs. They buried remnants of their technology deep beneath the desert and sent a last desperate message home…
Five thousand years later, the Kinley homeworld hovers on the brink of extinction. An enemy that nearly obliterated their race has risen again—now with the ability to destroy them for good. A lone Kinley soldier named Pruit is sent on a desperate mission: to follow the ancient beacon back to Earth and recover the secrets to faster than light travel.
It is their last hope. Technology that once allowed them to cross vast reaches of space might allow them to outrun their enemies and find a safe world to call their own. But Pruit’s mission will be harder than she can imagine. Her quest will draw her enemies after her and will awaken ancient foes on Earth. As she gets closer to what she seeks, she will find each adversary willing to risk everything to stop her. Each hoping to steal the knowledge for themselves. The rivals will meet in modern-day Egypt and their struggle will alter the fate of worlds.
the fire billowing through the tiny room. I was dying, and I thought, ‘You haven’t won, you won’t win…’” As she said this, her face took on the austere, determined look Eddie had seen many times before. “You won’t win,” she whispered again. She shook her head and looked at Eddie, her eyes slowly coming back to the present. “There are more, but those stand out.” He put his hands gently on her face. “Pruit, I love you.” He had not intended the words, but they formed regardless. She looked down
“Final Transmission from Survey Crew.” On this page was a copy of that final ancient transmission. Written in the script of a long-dead language was the information she needed: the frequency and code words she must use—“Rescue has arrived.” In addition, there were several entry combinations she would need later. She sank her hand in the putty control pad and entered the frequency and code words into the ship’s computer. “Central, I’m ready to send transmission.” “Acknowledged, Pruit.” She
had once been covered with white limestone, now stood shorn of its fine casing. It was a dingy brown color that faded into the night. The troop of white-clad guards with machine guns over their shoulders had long since left for the day, and the plateau was watched over by a handful of sleepy night guards, who were kept company by the stray dogs that prowled the plateau hoping for food from the tourists. Near the Great Pyramid were its two successors, pyramids of the same proportions, though
slight accent. So few tourists bothered to learn local ways. With her good Arabic, he was even willing to forgive her for walking around with her head uncovered. “Nothing was damaged. But Mister Hawass, who runs the plateau, is only thinking of safety.” Pruit felt a surge of excitement. If the pyramid had been shaking a few weeks ago, the motion had probably been caused by her own transmission. This was verification that it was, indeed, the beacon. She explained to Eddie what the man had said.
like this one, which is an artificial diamond, last almost forever—theoretically, of course, since, in actuality, most of them were destroyed in the Great War. They don’t survive a direct nuclear attack.” He paused, and they both held his gaze. Slowly, the Chief said, “These crystals were once taken elsewhere. Off of Herrod. Do you remember the story?” Pruit and Niks were silent for several moments, thinking back to their early schooling. Then, with an almost religious sense of awe, Pruit