Alby Mangroves's Choice: Picture 2
Under the bright Giza moon, Tanya’s vampire skin glistens like antique relics.
Strolling along the base of Khufu’s great tomb, she digs her toes into the still-warm desert sands and draws in the ancient breath of Egypt’s dead kings.
The French are camped nearby—Bonaparte’s army, victorious in a great battle days ago—and the stench of rotting flesh sits heavily on the breeze, though the bodies lie interred under shifting sands.
Avoiding drunken sentries, Tanya creeps in the dead of night to visit an old friend, Hor-em-akhet, the serene limestone sentinel even older than she, but not nearly as well preserved.