l remember the heft of the book as I flung it against the wall. Can hear the thunk as it hit sheetrock and the slither of pages as it slid down. I'd read several romance novels by the author, all about the same Egyptian dynasty. I came to this one...and near the end, the main character is brutally murdered, her body cut into small pieces and scattered across the desert, her name effaced from every carving and script that bore it. First off, this was a romance novel.
