Journey
His younger brother will be greater than he…With those words, Menashe's dreams collapse. As Yosef's eldest son, his position had seemed secure. But now Efrayim–bold, charming Efrayim, who's everything Menashe is not–is taking his place. With their people. With the pharaoh. With Jendayi, the slave Menashe loves.Efrayim, meanwhile, sees his dreams confirmed. Surely it's his destiny to unite the Egyptians and Hebrews. To marry a princess and achieve splendor surpassing that of his brother.Then Menashe's dreams take a dangerous twist as he becomes obsessed with returning the Hebrews to their homeland. If he succeeds, he'll restore their heritage. If he fails…he could destroy them all.
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Praise for the novels of
A NGELA H UNT
âCompelling characterization is the driving force behind this enthralling story of hopeâ¦Hunt fuels the completely engrossing story with dual present-tense narration by the two women. Readers are drawn into their lives, sharing their joy and fear as they approach a fulfilling and surprising climax. A touch of suspense adds to the powerful themes of second chances and new beginnings.â
â Publishers Weekly (starred review) on The Face
âProlific novelist Hunt knows how to hold a readerâs interest, and her latest yarn is no exceptionâ¦Hunt packs the maximum amount of drama into her story, and the pages turn quickly. The present-tense narration lends urgency as the perspective switches among various characters. Readers may decide to take the stairs after finishing this thriller.â
â Publishers Weekly on The Elevator
âChristy Award and Holt Medallion winner Hunt skillfully builds tension and keeps the plot well paced and not overly melodramatic.â
â Library Journal on The Elevator
âAngela Hunt has over three million copies of her award-winning novels in print today, and this poignant tale about breast cancer will only help to make the number rise. Jonah and Jacquelyn are both strong characters, and the medical terminology is well-written without confusing the reader. Both must learn to trust in a God they werenât sure really cared about them anymore, and ultimately find that Godâs grace will see them through.â
â Romance Junkies on A Time to Mend
LEGACIES OF THE ANCIENT RIVER
CONTENTS
Prologue
EFRAYIM
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
MENASHE
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
JENDAYI
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
ZAPHENATH-PANEAH
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
TIY
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
RESOURCES
There are two kinds of adventurers:
those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they wonât.
âWilliam Least Heat Moon [William Trogdon],
Blue Highways: A Journey into America
Prologue
S he heard the murmuring sounds of water, felt the deck under her feet rise and fall, and thought, now I am finally dead.
Borne by an insistent wind, the ship pressed forward, slicing through the silk black water that ran along its side. Jendayi clutched at the railing, then lifted one hand and held it before her widened eyes. She could see every line of her palm, scrubbed and cleaned, her fingers tipped with a harpistâs neatly trimmed nails.
She shifted her gaze to the glassy surface of the inky river and felt the wings of tragedy brush past her, urging a shiver up her spine. The images of this place did not mesh with the faded visions of her mortal memory. When the gift of sight had been hers, she had looked on a bright and vivid world, but a crimson hue tinged everything in this region, as if the malevolent fiery eyes of Ammit colored everything in his domain.
The boat slid onto a mounded levee, rocking with a soft thump that nearly knocked her from her feet. Jendayi reached for the rail as the bark began to turn. Massive black rocks roared up from the waterâs edge; no grasses, crocodiles or hippos lived along these shores. This, after all, was a place of gods and ghosts.
She heard the soft sound of sandals shuffling toward the ancient river, then tiny pairs of invisible hands locked onto her arms and propelled her from the boat. She gasped at the first shock of cold on her bare feet as she stepped from the bark into the water. The impish beings pulled her through the water toward the soft sand where a pair of enormous pillars thrust themselves forward from a pale and gleaming stone structure.
Jendayi swallowed, trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. Strange that she should still feel it beating in her chest. Stranger still that she could feel and yet not see the beings that dragged her forward. But she was not afraid of the dark. Being blind had taught her not to fear anythingâ¦on earth.
The crimson darkness around her felt threatening, yet she padded after her ghostly escorts and strained to maintain her fragile control. As she neared the twin columns, the dank smell of sun-starved stone filled her nostrils. The hands urged her from the dampness of earth to the paved portico of a temple. The twin pillars, carved to resemble the eternal lotus blossom, loomed before her. Two torches, one thrust into the wall beside each pillar, pushed at the gloom. Some immortal inhabitant of this place had inscribed the columns with passages from the Chapters of Coming Forth by Day, but Jendayi could not read all the hieroglyphs.
