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“[...]when everybody starts laughing at Ra's old hair and senility he gets real pissed and when you are a god and you are real pissed there is only one solution, my friends: GENOCIDE.”
― Cory O'Brien, Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes: A No-Bullshit Guide to World Mythology

“I know precisely what honor is, Heracles. Honor is the artifice kings sell the peasantsâ€� sons so that they may fight and die without pay. Honor is what drives a peaceful man to bloody vengeance. Honor is what drove the Celts to behead the children of the Apache Courts.
- The Egyptian God Bes”
― Jonathan Maas, Hellenica

“I’ve heard the name before: Anubis. An Egyptian name. The name of a god.
The god of the dead.”
― Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“I want to go home.â€�
“Impossible. You’re here now.�
“But why?�
“Jane Ezrael,â€� Anubis says, “you’re dead.”
― Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“Well, it’s probably a good thing Anubis didn’t kiss me. I would have died all over again.”
― Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“I bet if I were pharaoh, I’d have had my tomb planned and designed by the time I was ten. I've always wanted to be five steps ahead of where I am. And my mind does it right now: I picture the king on his deathbed, and Ay delivers the awful news to me, but I'm the best embalmer in Thebes thanks to Anubis, so I'm alone in a dark room, and I cut open his soft chest, and take out a heart filled with dreams and love and sadness.”
― Leah Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.”
― Kate Rooper

“His lips are soft and crushing at the same time. I’m not sure what to do—is there an algorithm for kissing?”
― Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“Experiment: Live and love as much as I can, before my particles fall away to wander in stardust.”
― Leah Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“Do you really think that Tutankhamen would have taken a chance on some pale girl with pretty eyes had you not been the priestess of Anubis?â€�
“You did.� The words fall out of me.
“W³ó²¹³Ù?â€�
I look up at him. “You took a chance on me.â€� I sit up, breath heavy in my throat. “When I was nothing but a dead, lost thing.”
― Leah Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“I know precisely what honor is, Heracles. Honor is the artifice kings sell the peasantsâ€� sons so that they may fight and die without pay. Honor is what drives a peaceful man to bloody vengeance. Honor is what drove the Celts to behead the children of the Apache Courts.”
― Bes

“Ahhh." Anubis narrows his eyes at me. “I’ve given you inspiration. Now you’re thinking about bringing the lightbulb to ancient Egypt. It would be a hit––all those dark tombs.â€�
You. I was thinking about you.
His eyebrows rise. “Huh? Me?�
Fluorine uranium carbon potassium. I said that out loud.
"I mean," I stutter, "I was thinking about…unimolecular reactions.”
― Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“She wants me. And I am terrified, knowing how much I want her back.”
― Leah Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“I could have killed you,â€� I snarl.
“You think you can become a god. You always meddle and change and create. No, that is not the way. What is shall always be. What is known shall always stand.�
“Then you’ve never been in a laboratory!”
― Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“He stares blankly, then leaves the room like a ghost—never truly here. I gaze at the doorway. I do not know if he means for me to follow him. It’s a choice then.
And I realize that this is no choice at all, but rather a sentence. By love or by evil, somehow I am bound to Tutankhamen. It’s not a choice any more if I will follow him, but a question of what I will do when I catch him.”
― Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“From beneath the folds of his robes, he reveals a small steel dagger. “You have tempted fate so many times already and still yield to it. Time for history to rewrite itself. Time for Tutankhamen to have a new ending.â€� Aten holds the hilt out to me.
I stare at the dagger. The hilt is bronze, carved with sun discs that glow when they catch the sun. “What do you want me to do with that?�
Aten smiles a white, gaping grin. “Kill Tutankhamen and carve out his heart.”
― Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“And whose heart do you want me to steal?â€� The words escape me in a whisper.
A small smile pricks Aten’s lips. “King Tutankhamen.”
― Leah Rooper, Jane Unwrapped

“If I wasn't discovering something, if I wasn't studying, well then, what was I doing? I know I wouldn’t be happy unless I made a difference. So what was the happiness of a moment worth against the happiness of my life?" I let out a breathy laugh and squeeze his hand. "I guess it doesn't matter now.â€� I stare out over camp, but a glassy sadness blurs my vision. “Have you ever wanted something so much that everything else in the world seemed so small?"
He tilts his head toward me, narrowing his eyes. "I'm beginning to.”
― Leah Rooper

“It seemed that he had lost control over his own senses, so how then could he control his kingdom?”
― Mohamed Adly, Samatya - An Egyptian Woman Among the Children of Israel

“As Crowley realized that he was in the presence of the Egyptian gods, he knelt at the altar, placing both his hands upon the altar, the right over the left. At that moment, a most brilliant shining figure, dressed in white, became manifest and placed his hands upon Crowley's. He spoke thusly, 'I receive thee into the Order of the Silver Star.' Crowley was brought back to earth in what he described as a 'cradle of flame.' Crowley was now accepted as one of the Secret Chiefs.”
― Laurence Galian, 666: Connection with Crowley

“In Bastet's Thrall by Stewart Stafford

A sight unseen,
Eyes of feline green,
Make me do their bidding.

That whiskered mask,
In adulation basks,
Affection makes a killing.

Great but small,
In Bastet's thrall,
It dares me with a licking.

In regal fur,
A seductive purr,
And tail brazenly quitting.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Okay,â€� she exhales, closes her eyes and dissolves her mind to a state of emptiness. Inside her head, an instinct, a compulsion triggers her next action. “I’m ready…â€�
Zara slowly reaches forward, touches the Tetragrammaton with her index and middle finger, nothing at first, then an odd sensation, a feeling of divine power and knowledge. “It’s beautiful,â€� a surge of information overwhelms her senses—she turns her palms face up, as she does they turn transparent to reveal the constellations, “I am that which is not, born from the imperishable stars.”
― J.L. Haynes, Zara Hanson & The Mystery of the Painted Symbol