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    Daughter of the Sun: Forgotten Gods, #3
    Daughter of the Sun: Forgotten Gods, #3
    Daughter of the Sun: Forgotten Gods, #3
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    Daughter of the Sun: Forgotten Gods, #3

    By Laura Greenwood

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    The goddess of vengeance must choose between revenge and love.

    Trapped by an ancient curse, Sekhmet has been away from the world for thousands of years. Now free, she faces the ultimate challenge. If she takes the revenge she craves, she'll be trapped as a sphinx forever. Can she manage to resist the thing she was created for?
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    Daughter of the Sun is part of the Forgotten Gods series and is based on Egyptian mythology. It includes a dash of adventure, a m/f romance, and can be read as a standalone.

     

    If you enjoy Egyptian mythology, gods and goddesses, quests and adventures, and a modern setting, then you should start the Forgotten Gods series!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDrowlgon Press
    Release dateOct 21, 2019
    ISBN9781393957652
    Daughter of the Sun: Forgotten Gods, #3
    Author

    Laura Greenwood

    Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and fantasy romance. When she's not writing, she drinks a lot of tea, tries to resist French macarons, and works towards a diploma in Egyptology. She lives in the UK, where most of her books are set. Laura specialises in quick reads, with healthy relationships and consent positive moments regardless of if she's writing light-hearted romance, mythology-heavy urban fantasy, or anything in between. You can find a full book list and more information on her website, or in The Paranormal Council Facebook Group. Happy Reading!

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      Daughter of the Sun - Laura Greenwood

      Prologue

      I remember the day I was cursed as if it was yesterday. Of course, it was my yesterday, my today and my tomorrow. There was no escaping the charge I'd been given, especially as I'd not been given a choice about it.

      And it was all my father's fault.

      Ra. Revered as the Sun God, even now the centuries have passed. The humans still knew his name and spoke it aloud often enough that he'd never have to worry about being truly forgotten. His reign wouldn't end.

      Unlike mine. I was all but a distant memory save for the story of my undoing. Even the curse placed upon me wasn't mentioned. Someone thought creating a goddess of vengeance wouldn't end badly. They were wrong. But it was mostly me it went wrong for.

      Heightened blood lust had filled me, as it should have. My father had sent me to punish the mortals who betrayed him. But that wasn't enough. It was never enough. I needed more and wouldn't be satisfied until I had it. I carved my way through humanity, leaving a trail of bodies and despair behind me.

      And then Ra had enough. He spilt red wine on the ground, pretending it was blood. It worked too. In my haze, I saw the red and began to drink. To satisfy the lust for vengeance.

      Which was when everything went wrong.

      I'd known something was wrong the moment the wine hit my stomach, but by then, it was too late. The wine did everything my father wanted it to. And more. The curse had sent shooting tingles through my whole body, engulfing me and trapping me in the form I'd be stuck in for several thousand years.

      The Sphinx. Protector of dead Pharaohs and other royalty. Up until then, they'd been nothing more than a symbol of wealth and a sign that the gods were looking down on the dead to look after them on their journey.

      But not since I'd been cursed. Since I'd drunk the wine, I'd become the Sphinx. All of them. Stuck within their stone bodies, only able to move between different sphinxes and nowhere else. I could see the world changing in front of me. The death of our culture and the rise of others. Invasions, wars, inventions, new ways of living. I'd been a witness but never a partaker.

      And people forgot my name. Not everyone, but a lot of people. I could feel it each time the number of believers diminished. It was like a tug on my soul. But there was nothing I could do about it. I was stuck here, nothing more than a shell of my former self trapped in something much bigger.

      All the while seething. I wanted to be free. I needed to be free.

      And then, I could get my revenge...

      Shouts roused me from the odd sleep-like state I'd perfected over the years. I tried not to roll my eyes, though I wasn't sure why I bothered. It wasn't like anyone could see me. Tourists were always the worst. They'd run up and touch the stone outsides of my body. It might have taken me several years to think of the stone in that way, but that's what it was to me. And they had no respect for that.

      Look, dad! Take a photo of me, a young boy shouted. The look in his eye told me all I needed to know. This boy would climb onto my back if he thought he could get away with it. Thankfully, the armed guards just a few feet away persuaded him it wasn't an option.

      I laughed, even if no one could hear. There was a real irony in me being guarded like that when my curse was to be the one doing the guarding. Not that my curse made any sense. I couldn't protect anyone if I was encased in stone like this. It had been a foolish thing to charge me with.

      I sighed and closed my eyes. I should try and rest. It was all there was to do. Today and forever. Such was the life I'd been forced to live. The only thing I could change was which sphinx I was stuck in. I didn't even bother doing that any longer. There wasn't any point.

      Chapter 1

      Sekhmet?

      I shook my head. I must have been dreaming. No one called my name. No one even knew my name any more.

      Sekhmet?

      I groaned. Seriously? What was this dream doing to me? I was already being tortured enough, and now this was being sent to me?

      Sekhmet?

      What? I snapped, opening the huge stone eyes of the Sphinx.

      Ah, so it was night. That was good to know. For some reason, when no one was around, I could take control of the stone parts of me. Not to move or anything. Just the face.

      I have found you. The man standing in front of me fell to his knees.

      I'm not difficult to find. My huge body towered over his. All he had to do was open his eyes, and I was right in front of him.

      I have searched for you for thousands of years, he protested, rising to his feet and looking up at me. It was odd to be talking to someone. Usually, no one visited or spoke directly to me. Of course, there was that one little girl in the fifteen hundreds, but she'd run away screaming when she thought the Sphinx was going to kill her.

      And yet, you only found me now? I raised an eyebrow. His searching skills couldn't be very good. Especially with all the gadgets and technology the mortals had managed to create. Though maybe that was part of it. No one was ever alone now. Even I struggled to find time alone. And I couldn't talk to anyone.

      We weren't aware of the form you'd been cursed to. I've been looking for all kinds of artefacts, hoping one of those was where you were bound.

      Who is we? That was one of the big questions.

      Your father. Well, and me.

      My father? I spat out. That worthless piece of...

      He's been looking for you ever since you disappeared, the man cut in. "And when he couldn't any longer, he

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