Author: Kelsey Ketch
Series: Descendants of Isis #2
Genre: Upper Young Adult Fantasy
Publication: May 2nd, 2014
“. . . the Sons would never just let him go—alive.”
Seth O’Keefe has broken the laws of his god. He never thought he would sacrifice his own future to protect a Daughter of Isis. But when the Sons of Set discovered Natti is the Secret Keeper, he had no choice. Now, Seth and Natti are on the run from his father, who wants nothing more than to see Seth dead. With no allies, Seth turns to the Daughters of Isis for help, hoping they would protect Natti. But when they meet the Daughters, he discovers a secret that puts both their lives in more danger. Low on options, Seth sees only one possibility for survival. He must help Natti solve an ancient puzzle and find the secret name of Ra.
Natara “Natti” Stone is having a hard time swallowing the truth. She can’t believe what she has learned in the past twenty-four hours: Seth is a Son of Set blessed with charm; she is a Daughter of Isis blessed with a sliver of Ma ‘at; the locket her grandmother gave her holds an ancient Egyptian secret linking to Osiris and Isis. That along with being tortured and brutalized by the Sons of Set, she can hardly hold herself together. Thank God for Seth’s touch! That warm, tingling sensation that drowns it all out. Yet her heart struggles to stay focused. She must quickly embrace her destiny before the secret name of Ra falls into the wrong hands.
*Note: Content for Upper YA*
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•Excerpt•
Natti awoke and
sat bolt upright in the bed, gasping for breath. Her heart raced and a headache
flared right between her temples. The nightmare seemed incredibly real, Sean’s
eyes and the dagger ingrained in her mind’s eye. Looking around the little
hotel room, she pulled the sheets closer to her chest. She felt cold and alone
in the queen-size bed, which only heightened her lingering fears. Everything
appeared ominous in the dark; the shadows seemed to slither along the walls.
These hauntings were eating her alive from the inside out.
Her pulse
pounding wildly, she glanced at the second bed. Seth’s chest rose and fell
under the blankets. He looked so peaceful, and though the idea seemed wrong,
she knew she would feel much safer curled up in Seth’s arms, like back in the
hospital when her friend, Wanda, had been drugged. She pictured herself resting
her head on his chest, his warmth easing her back to sleep.
She knew she
shouldn’t for a number of reasons, the top being he had the reputation of
sleeping with half the girls at Setemple High School. And if it was true he had
a power as mind-bending as a drug, then those girls, most likely, weren’t doing
it of their own free will. The thought sickened her, yet it didn’t deter her
need for his comfort. Was she becoming addicted, just like he had said? The Ma
‘at feather or whatever “blessing” she had was supposed to protect her, but if
it was, she couldn’t tell.
If I even have
a “blessing” at all.
She pulled her
knees up to her chest, wishing Seth had brought Anubis, the stuffed jackal he
had given her at the Pharaoh’s Festival. It had become her most precious
keepsake and a source of comfort when she felt lost and confused. She also
wished Seth hadn’t surrendered the locket, which she never finished
translating. At least that would have occupied her mind for a while as she
tried to piece the family secret together. Except she already knew what the
secret was, supposedly: the location of the secret name of Ra. And now it was
in the hands of the cult Seth keeps referring to as the “Sons of Set” or the
“Sons.”
The darkness
seemed to continue to press in on Natti, making her restless. Wrestling with
her conscience, she slipped out of her bed, lifted Seth’s covers, and crawled
in. She was quiet and careful, trying not to wake him. Finally able to place
her head on his pillow, she snuggled up next to him.
Her body jerked
when his arm draped over her. “You have no idea how often I’ve dreamed of this
moment,” Seth whispered in a drowsy voice.
During her high school years, Kelsey Ketch could always be found tucked away in a little corner of the hall or classroom, writing her fantasy worlds and creating illustrations and maps. Today is no different, except now she’s writing in the break room at her office building or at the tables of the Barnes and Noble Café in Cary, North Carolina. She is also an avid reader, a part-time book blogger at Ketch’s Book Nook, and lives with her two orange tabbies and awesome and humorous flat-mate.
For more information, please visit her site at kelseyketch.com.
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