TITLE OF MANUSCRIPT: Kiya: Hope of the Pharaoh
GENRE: YA Historical Romance Fiction
WORD COUNT: 90,000
I couldn't let them take my sisters, not to that place, not to be a wife of the Pharaoh. So when the crazed Pharaoh Akhenaten, desperate for an heir, sent men to take a woman from among the Hebrews, I stepped in to preserve them from the cruel and perverted life of the palace.
I was given the Egyptian name Kiya after being degraded and humiliated by the Great Queen Nefertiti, and I found myself instantly thrust into the intrigues of the royal family as Pharaoh announces he was given a dream from his god, the Aten, that I will bear him his heir. But I'm afraid of my husband, he's deformed and emotionally unstable.
I find myself allies with the powerful and calculating Commander Horemheb who teaches me about palace life and spends day in and day out tutoring me. He drives me to the highest ranks among the wives, while Nefertiti and her father scheme to destroy me.
I struggle within the monotheistic city of Aten, while I yearn to live according to my own Hebrew customs, and with my feelings for the gentle Hebrew guard Malachi. But the more I am pushed upward by Horemheb, the more danger I finds myself in. I know I am Nefertiti's biggest threat, and when I find myself with child, Nefertiti's true cruelty and powers of manipulation are channeled against me. But the deadly game must be played carefully, and losses are sustained on both sides of the silent battle of wills and struggle for who will one day inherit the crown.
Based on actual people of the late eighteenth Egyptian Dynasty, KIYA: HOPE OF THE PHARAOH is a YA historical novel running at 90,000 words. It is the first of three books based on Naomi's life.
I am a first time author with a passion for writing, and have been writing stories for my own enjoyment since I was a tween. I am currently studying English at college, have self published one book, and have a blog where you can see my work.
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150 words -
I sprinted through the dusty, narrow streets. I could hear my two younger sisters hot on my trail, their footsteps sliding in the dirt as they took the corners, their hands occasionally slapping the mud brick walls for balance. I took a sharp turn and headed for the abandoned temple district.
I rounded a corner and came face to face with the grand gates to the Temple of Bast where I paused. It had been only a few years since we Hebrews had not been allowed into that part of Thebes. We were considered a lower race to the Egyptians, near slaves in status, and blasphemous for our belief in the one god, Elohim. But then, Amenhotep IV rose to power. It seemed like a normal succession at first, until suddenly he began worshiping the sun disk god, Aten, exclusively.
The Egyptians abandoned Thebes for his new city, and we were left behind.