Book II of the Kleopatra Chronicles
She has slain a god. Now she must save one.
Egypt is bleeding. The Roman legions have restored her father to his throne, but the price is a kingdom that answers to Rome, a crown that belongs to a creditor, and a princess who is expected to smile and marry a boy she barely knows. Kleopatra Philopator is seventeen, battle-scarred, and furious. She is also the Avatar of Isis, and the gods are dying.
The serpent goddess Echidna is hunting the divine order itself, tearing the Holy Ennead apart one by one, and the Phoenix, guardian of Maat, is gone. While the court of Alexandria plays its games of debt and betrayal, something ancient and ravenous is moving through the shadows beneath the city, ripping hearts from children in the Faiyum and sending demons into the streets at night. Kleopatra is the only thing standing between Egypt and an era of permanent darkness.
She has already fought her way across the desert, bargained with the gods of the underworld, called the Nile itself to her defense, and stormed a fortress to rescue her imprisoned sister. None of that has made her safe. The enemies inside the palace may be more dangerous than the ones outside it.
The war for Egypt is no longer about legions and phalanxes. It never was.
If she fails, the darkness wins. If she succeeds, Rome is still watching.
Perfect for readers of Madeline Miller and Colleen McCullough, and for anyone who has ever wanted Kleopatra's story told the way it deserves to be.
