Sea Lion Shores canopic

ramesses grinned then, a true honeying pleasure drifting into a smugness that begged to be wiped from his well-bred features. he thanked no one. only Ra, who for reasons unknown to pharaoh, had sent this one to feed and comfort him. gratitude was not necessary, for she had not personally earned it.
ramesses, who called his moral flaws each a victory in their own right.
ghosts. spirits who walked to whisper dark things into the ear of the sleeping. he knew them well, for they had set him apace a thousand times while he had only the moon to light his way. "their voice could drive one mad," he remarked, moving along in the direction of conversation the cold one led.
her voice did not hold so much steel when she spoke again. 
"the weather troubles me," ramesses retorted in imitation of the woman's earlier dryness. "the land is hideous. those who live on it are all little better than golems of ice. i am truly cursed to have been coughed up here."