A Theft: Kiya Shorts

By Hazel Longuet

A THEFT IN AMENHOTEP III'S PALACE. A CRAZED QUEEN. CAN KIYA RESTORE PEACE TO THE PALACE?

When the Queen's earring goes missing, the entire court of Amenhotep III descends into chaos as the Pharaoh and his Queen search for the only link she has left to her beloved father.

In desperation, and fear of Queen Tiye's formidable wrath, the Pharaoh calls in his High Seer and High Priest in the hopes the gods may look favourably upon their search, and guide them towards the thief who dared to steal from the private chambers of the mighty Pharaoh whilst he slumbered.

With the affairs of state abandoned, it's crucial they find the earring and quickly.

Can Kiya use her gift to restore marital harmony, and will Haremakhet's gods support their quest?

A Theft is a short story set in the universe of Kiya - High Seer of Egypt, first introduced in the House of Scarabs series

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hazel Longuet
• Release date: Apr 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201168940

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A Theft

A Theft

A Kiya Short

Hazel Longuet

Novel Experience

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2021 Hazel Longuet

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, address: [e-mail].

A Novel Experience book.

First published in Great Britain in 2021 by Novel Experience

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Cover design by Hazel Longuet

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www.hazellonguet.com

To Merli.

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We had but a short time together, but you’ll always be in my heart.

A Sacred Morn

Kiya gazed across the waters of the sacred lake. The rising sun painted the ripples of water a delicate rose pink. It was a scene her eyes never tired of and one her heart rejoiced.

She was waiting for Haremakhet, Egypt’s High Priest and her dear friend and confidante. Most mornings, they sat side by side, gazing at the water in silence, allowing the gentle noises of dawn to inspire them. She knew Haremakhet used the time for spiritual reflection and felt a little guilty. It was the joy of being in the simple world of nature she revered, away from the politics and drama of state. Her position as the pharaoh’s High Seer was, of course, an honour and privilege, but she was a simple woman and found the accoutrements of state tiresome and draining.

A blue dragonfly caught her eye. It flew from one stem to another, carefully checking every leaf