It’s been a long time since I’ve shared any of my work on my wordpress. My new novel, Guarded: The Sacred Path, is going well. It’s slow progress but getting I’m there, word by word. I’m hoping I’ll have a first draft ready to edit around May time.
For now, here’s a little excerpt. Please feel free to like, comment, tell me what you think. It would mean a great deal. I know I’m taking a part from a two thirds into the story, but when sharing, one must be selective…
They made it through security.
‘Wait here a moment,’ said Ro, touching Nina’s shoulder. ‘Nicholas, if you get some bottles of water, I’m just going to the help desk to confirm our hire car is available.’
Nina stared at him in disbelief. Was there no end to his efficiency? ‘How..?’
He strode off, leaving her unanswered question hanging in the air.
Too overwhelmed to make a decision on anything, Nina allowed herself to be directed by her father, who had an arm around her shoulders. It was a comfort. She caught sight of a digital clock imbedded into a wall, and 6:38pm flashed back at her in neon green. It took a while for Nina to realise there was someone else walking with them, alongside Ro.
Outside, the evening air was warm and balmy, the sky a deep indigo sequined with stars. The man, who wore a pale shirt with black trousers, led them along a floodlit path towards a car park which few cars occupied.
There was some discussion between Ro and their guide, and they paused in front of an open top 4×4. Nina was quick to work out this would be their ticket to the Valley of the Kings.
The man shook Ro’s hand and dropped him the keys. ‘This will get you there fast,’ his said in a voice thick with Arabic intonation. ‘It must be returned by 6.00pm tomorrow evening.’
‘Understood,’ said Ro. ‘Thank you.’
The roads were smooth and wide, and lined with streetlights and palm trees alternately. Ro drove at a steady speed. With the top down, the humid wind threw itself around Nina, whipping strands of hair about her face, but it had the effect of waking her up and she leaned against the door, revelling in the realisation that she was in Egypt. So far from the bustling, polluted streets of London. So far away from her job. So far away from her mother.
She held up her arms, feeling the wind through her fingers. The air smelt like beach sand. She lifted her face to the sky, gazing at the assembly of twinkling stars. In this moment she didn’t want to think about the terrors that awaited her, but simply of the fact she was one person in seven billion, and that the world was such a huge place and everyone has their time. This was her time and it wasn’t nearly over. It was just beginning.