By Pauline Gedge
Within the tiny hamlet of Aswat, a long way to the south of the royal capital, a stunning younger lady desires greater than the meagre customers her village deals. decided and imaginative, she is speedy to jump upon a chance whilst the nice seer Hui, who's additionally health care professional to Pharaoh, visits Aswat to commune with its god, Wepwawet. Taken less than Hui’s wing to develop into a healer, she has no inspiration of his genuine plans for her—plans that would deliver her just about Pharaoh as his favorite concubine, yet will eventually enmesh her in courtroom intrigue of the main risky variety. apartment of goals is a robust tale of ardour and jealousy, wealthy with the main points of historical Egyptian existence.
Read Online or Download House of Dreams PDF
Best contemporary women books
By way of turns funny and hot, stark and scary, Bluebeard'S Egg glows with youth stories, the truth of oldsters ageing, and the informal cruelty women and men inflict on one another. this is the known outer international of kinfolk summers at distant lakes, winters of political activism, and seasons of unique acquaintances, mundane lives, and unforeseen loves.
The Social Climber of Davenport Heights
Ah, the lifetime of the upper-crust: decadent, flaky and never so reliable for the center. Jane Lofton has every little thing she ever dreamed of: a high-powered profession, a wonderful domestic, a prosperous husband, David, and a gorgeous daughter, Brynn. in fact, David additionally has a brand new female friend spending his previous cash. Brynn additionally has a therapist assisting her articulate her contempt for her mom.
Extra resources for House of Dreams
Example text
How many times can I say no before the men stop coming to our door and I become the kind of woman the other women make fun of and scorn? ” “Then at some moment you say yes, and resign yourself,” Pa-ari said. ” “Yes,” I said slowly. “I have always known this, and yet not known it.
I was different, that was all. I had always been different, as Pa-ari knew himself to be different, and that awareness made me all too eager to secretly flaunt the thing that hid my insecurity. So the time went by. When he was thirteen and I was twelve Pa-ari graduated from pottery and paint to papyrus and ink, and on that day my father gave him a man’s kilt of snowy white linen of the sixth grade that had come all the way from the flax weavers’ market in holy Thebes. The linen was so fine that it clung to my admiring fingers as I handled it.
We should get a live goose and a bolt of linen out of this,” my mother commented. I did not reply. Ahmose’s house, like all the rest, was little more than an open-roofed reception room with steps at the rear leading to sleeping quarters. As we padded in our bare feet through the door, we were greeted distractedly by the woman’s mother and sisters who lined the walls, squatting on their heels, a jug of wine between them. My mother shared a joke with them as she led me up the steps and into the couple’s bedchamber.