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.”
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.

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.” 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.

I could have killed you,” 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!

His lips are soft and crushing at the same time. I’m not sure what to do—is there an algorithm for kissing?

Well, it’s probably a good thing Anubis didn’t kiss me. I would have died all over again.

I want to go home.”
“Impossible. You’re here now.”
“But why?”
“Jane Ezrael,” Anubis says, “you’re dead.