Cleopatra Jonez: The True Story of the Greatest Queen Who Never Died

By Audrey Star and Robert Boris

Cleopatra Jonez: The True Story of the Greatest Queen Who Never Died by Audrey Star.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9781662487736

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Cleopatra Jonez

The True Story of the Greatest Queen Who Never Died

Audrey Star and Robert Boris

Copyright © 2023 Audrey Star and Robert Boris

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

ISBN 978-1-6624-8772-9 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-8773-6 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Preface

Prologue

The Longest Journey

City of Angels

A Queen on Rodeo Drive

Journey to Nevada

Beguiled in Berlin

Back in Reno Town

Taciturn Berlin

Reno's Mean Streets

Truth in the Desert

Trouble in Paradise

Back in Berlin

Trouble in Little Reno

Showdown in Reno

Hunting a Queen

Captured Prey

Sign of the Times

A Time to Live, a Time to Die

Running on Empty

Moment of Truth

About the Authors

Preface

To God, Jesus Christ, thank you. To my amazing mom Eva and father Edewirges, thank you. My admiration goes out to my mom Eva and my father who continue to deserve every day. Thank you. My admiration belongs to my producer, Al Smith, who inspires me, believes me, and shows me how to live. Thank you. To all my fans, you can accomplish all your dreams if you just apply.

Prologue

Ferocious swirling desert sands filled the air with a thousand tornadoes of brown dust.

The foreboding mist obliterated any sight of ancient Egypt.

And the hot winds of the angry desert left the streets desolate—empty and barren of life and breath.

The great city of Alexandria was barely visible behind a veil of blinding brown sand.

Only the stench of dead bodies and rivers of red blood oozing through the dust told the truth.

The war was over. Rome was victorious.

The greatest queen the world had ever known was about to die.

But her truest story was just beginning.

Alexandria, Egypt

The Arrival of Doom

It was 30 BC—thirty years before the birth of Christ.

A thirty-year-old queen had ruled in Egypt. She was the greatest queen, and the Empire of Egypt was hers. But Queen Cleopatra's Egypt was doomed.

The top of Cleopatra's great palace managed to shine through the sand like a glistening gem in a huge ring. A thick oval of brown dust became a ring of death—Cleopatra's death. And with her, the death of her entire Egyptian Empire.

Inside the palace walls, an eerie silence prevailed. There were no guards. No soldiers. No sounds. But perhaps a whisper or two could be heard—and the echo of a single footstep. Finally, the sound of a moan was heard. It cut through the stillness like a sharp blade. One of Cleopatra's loyal maidens was crying.

In the queen's chamber, Cleopatra sat on the floor. Warm tears streamed from her swollen eyes. She cradled the head of her beloved Mark Antony in her lap as he lay dying. His blood stained the floor, flowing onto Cleopatra's gossamer gown. His blood stained the white folds of his clinging bodice. Antony's once-powerful hands clutched at the sword he buried deep in his own belly, his handsome face a grotesque mask of suicide.

Cleopatra looked at her dying lover in painful sorrow. She gently, passionately, tearfully kissed his lips as they spoke in whispers…and promised each other eternal love. Anthony looked at her one final time and took his last breath while still cradled in Cleopatra's arms. The kiss he had for her suddenly despaired in midair, and he went instantly cold.

Distraught with grief, the queen held her dead lover. She sat there wailing as a widow in mourning. The only other sound was a moan from the lips of her handmaiden. Cleopatra drew Antony to her breast, held him affectionately. Gone was her love. Gone were her children. Gone were her true treasures. And with them, her entire empire.

No one could console her now. Cleopatra knew she must join her beloved Antony immediately and spend eternity with him in the unrelenting arms of the hereafter. One last time, she leaned over the corpse of her lover and kissed his lips with a farewell embrace. Then she slid to the edge of her grand bed.

Her three crying maidens at her feet held a large basket. Cleopatra looked into the straw basket. Inside, she saw the twisting, writhing bodies of five deadly asps. She saw five death-giving snakes squirming over one another, slithering with the purity of venom in their merciless fangs.

The swirling mass of snakes seemed to sense Cleopatra. They sought fresh blood of the great queen who held them captive and fought one another for the first chance to sink their sharp teeth into her royal veins. The vipers seemed surprised by her calm demeanor, and her teary eyes seemed to welcome them. Never has one woman been so willing to embrace the afterlife. And never have five of God's insidious creatures been so eager to embrace her.

Cleopatra was mesmerized by the twisting snakes. Then she slowly reached into the basket and lifted out the largest one. She looked directly into the serpent's eyes; it hissed at her and opened its jaws.

But in that very moment, a high priest burst into her chamber hysterically screaming at her, shouting she must not end her life this way. With sheer violence, the priest wrestled the asp from Cleopatra's tight grip and quickly pressed it against his own neck.

The beast sank its fang into his throat, and the priest winced from pain of punctured flesh. Instantaneously, he weakened from the hot venom that flowed through his veins. But this dying priest had contrived of a plan: a sacred plan to send his cherished queen into the future—alive! A plan conceived to allow her to fulfill her ultimate destiny. A plan to reunite Cleopatra with her Antony and their beloved son Ptolemy!

Before dying, the priest told her he wished her to drink a secret potion that would put her to sleep for two thousand years. Her infant son had already consumed the brew, and he had begun his own fantastic spiritual journey into the future.

In disbelief and emotionally distraught, Cleopatra was stunned by this extraordinary news but was still reluctant to sip the magic potion. How would she wake? When would she wake? How would she know her own son in the future? There were so many questions, so little time. Young Octavian Caesar was coming to conquer Egypt and claim her. The great queen would no doubt be his slave or eternal prisoner.

The priest was slowly sinking to the marble floor, literally sliding to his own demise. With his voice growing weaker and softer, the dying holy man reassured Cleopatra. He told her there was sacred magic within Antony's sword then asked her to remove the great sword from her lover's body.

Reluctantly, she struggled to do so, and her hand was cut in the process, where her blood commingled with Antony's in a