Lion Head Mesa crook & flail

a a dead love. khusobek mused that few things moved the heart more than death or affection.

he could not sense whether she desired sympathy. he had none to give, and given their mutual rank, decided it was best to leave zaahira to her steel.

best to taste love than to be dismantled by it. he thought of hatshepsuun, her eyes darkened with pleasure as she laughed at something he no longer remembered.

"Iset spent a lifetime rebuilding her lover's body. she loved Osiris in every form." the faint glow of sunlight from down the redstone corridor highlighted him as it did zaahira, and for a moment they were flame and shadow against the rock wall.

"He is not a god of love, but He is a god who has dearly loved."