Daughter of Isis (Descendants of Isis #1) by Kelsey Ketch
Age Group: Young Adult
Genre: Mythology, Fantasy
Release Date: October 26, 2013
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“Her mouth parted slightly, waiting for Seth to breathe life into her own body, just like in the story. She wanted him to awaken her senses.”
Their worlds collide in California’s high desert.
The last thing Natara “Natti” Stone wants to do is to start anew at Setemple High School. She wished she had never left London. Yet the brutal murder of her maternal grandmother has made her life very complicated. The only clue related to her murder is an ancient, encrypted necklace Natti discovered after her grandmother’s death. And if trying to adjust to American life is not enough, Natti is being stalked by a mysterious, charming high school senior, Seth O’Keefe, who is annoyingly persistent in his attempts at seduction.
Seth O’Keefe is secretly a member of the Sons of Set, an order that worships the Egyptian god of chaos. Seth’s blessing from Set, his “charm,” never failed, except with one person: Natti Stone. Her ability to elude him infatuates and infuriates him, and he becomes obsessed with the chase. But the closer he gets to her, the more his emotions take a dangerous turn, and he risks breaking one of the most valued covenants of his order. The punishment for which is a fate worse than death.
The adventure this unlikely couple becomes engulfed in could cost them their lives and their souls.
Seth stepped from the cool water of the sunken, purification basin. He was a hundred feet under the town hall and fair grounds, hidden inside the underground temple. The only light came from the burning fire pots in each corner of the room, and the only oxygen supply filtered in from the heavy machinery above. Smoke and incense choked the air around him. And the stone walls, floors, and ceiling added little comfort. It was like being buried alive in a tomb.
He picked up a clean linen towel from the ground and began to dry himself off. The servant girl who had bathed him quickly jumped out of the basin, confused. She looked at him with worried eyes, her pupils were dilated like the eyes of all the other girls living in the temple. Trying to reassure her, he waved her back.
She gulped and bowed. “H-Have I have d-done something w-wrong, my Lord?”
“No,” Seth told her. He stroked her bare skin, spreading a little of his charm. “Everything is fine.”
The girl sighed with relief and bowed again before moving for the shendyt and the ivory belt resting on a long stone slab. Tossing the towel aside, Seth reached for the garment. The girl retreated, scared out of her wits. Seth rolled his eyes, letting her slowly approach and wrap the cloth around his waist.
He watched closely, keeping focus on her young face. She had to be about sixteen and no more. Seth shook his head. He wondered what dreams the girl had before she was brought here, what life his father had stolen from her.
The girl tied off the belt perfectly and hurried to a shelf of clay jars, cedar boxes, and perfume bottles. Seth took a seat in a chair carved from stone. The girl brought some black kohl placed inside a smoothed out sea shell. She placed herself in his lap; the short, modest linen around her hip was the only article of clothing separating her skin from his. Seth held completely still while the bone stylus moved across his vision, the kohl weighed heavy on his inner eyelids. The girl checked her work, comparing them to the depictions that adorned the walls.
Her dark eyes then settled on his, letting herself be drawn into their gaze. She inched closer to him, her bare chest rubbing against his. The predator growled with delight, and Seth wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, drawing her lips to his mouth. He wanted to taste them, to feel them move with him.
Yet when their lips touched, Natti returned to his mind. Her sad eyes had been haunting him since she left the café. The hunger vanished in an instant, and Seth leaned back, pushing the young girl away. She stared at him in shock and fear. Her breathing became rapid, and her body trembled.
During her high school years, Kelsey Ketch could always be found tucked away in a little corner of the hall or classroom, writing her fantasy worlds and creating illustrations and maps. Today is no different, except now she’s writing in the break room at her office building or at the tables of the Barnes and Noble Café in Cary, North Carolina. She is also an avid reader, a part-time book blogger at Ketch’s Book Nook, and lives with her two orange tabbies and awesome and humorous flat-mate.Daughter of Isis is her debut novel.