“ I want to go home.”“Impossible. You’re here now.”“But why?”“Jane Ezrael,” Anubis says, “you’re dead. ”
I’ve heard the name before: Anubis. An Egyptian name. The name of a god.The god of the dead.
~ Kate Rooper
She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.
Well, it’s probably a good thing Anubis didn’t kiss me. I would have died all over again.
His lips are soft and crushing at the same time. I’m not sure what to do—is there an algorithm for kissing?