{"product_id":"reunited-isbn-9780399555718","title":"Reunited","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eFrom Colleen Houck, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Tiger’s Curse,\u003c\/i\u003e comes t\u003c\/b\u003ehe third and final book in the Reawakened series in which Lily will train to defeat evil once and for all and find a way to her everlasting love.  \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   After surviving her otherworldly adventure, Lily wakes up on her nana’s farm having forgotten everything. Her sun prince, her travels to Egypt, and her journey to the Afterlife are all distant memories.\u003cbr\u003e   But Lily is not the girl she once was. Her body is now part human, part lion, and part fairy. And if that isn’t bad enough, she must harness this power of three and become Wasret: a goddess destined to defeat the evil god Seth once and for all. \u003cbr\u003e   With the help of her old friend Dr. Hassan, Lily departs on her final voyage through the cosmos and across the plains of Egypt. On the journey, she will transform into the being she is destined to become. \u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003eReunited\u003c\/i\u003e is the heart-pounding conclusion to the Reawakened series. It is time for Lily to find her sunset.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAnd don't miss new adventures with Lily in the rest of the Reawakened series: \u003ci\u003eReawakened\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eRecreated\u003c\/i\u003e!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for the Reawakened Series:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003e[A] must-read for thrill-seekers\u003c\/b\u003e and fans of alternate worlds.\"—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eRick Riordan fans who are looking for another series will delight in this fantasy\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003ci\u003eSLJ \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eWonderfully written and…the heart-pounding adventures are topped only by the heart-melting romance.\u003c\/b\u003e\"—\u003ci\u003eThe Deseret News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A sparkling new novel with \u003cb\u003ea fully imagined world and mythos, and crackling romance!\u003c\/b\u003e Egyptian mythology has never been this riveting!\"—Aprilynne Pike, #1\u003ci\u003e New York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of the Wings series, on\u003ci\u003e Reawakened\u003c\/i\u003e, book one in the series\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for the Reawakened Series:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e[A] must-read for thrill-seekers\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e and fans of alternate worlds.\"—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eRick Riordan fans who are looking for another series will delight in this fantasy\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003ci\u003eSLJ \u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Littered \u003cb\u003ewith Egyptian mythology and snappy dialogue, this romantic adventure is a good choice\u003c\/b\u003e for graduates of Rick Riordan or fans of Houck’s Tiger’s Curse series.\"—\u003ci\u003eBooklist \u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Fans of paranormal romance will love the Egyptian spin on this story of devotion and sacrifice, and \u003cb\u003eLily’s humor, combined with plentiful dangerous escapades, will keep readers engaged.\u003c\/b\u003e\"—\u003ci\u003eVOYA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \"The author weaves her story out of Egyptian lore, cinematic magic, selfless love, and . . . is clever enough to remain \u003cb\u003esurprising even to the last sentence.\u003c\/b\u003e\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eHouck’s moving depiction of the love between Lily and Amon is memorable.\u003c\/b\u003e\"—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eWonderfully written and…the heart-pounding adventures are topped only by the heart-melting romance.\u003c\/b\u003e\"—\u003ci\u003eThe Deseret News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A sparkling new novel with \u003cb\u003ea fully imagined world and mythos, and crackling romance!\u003c\/b\u003e Egyptian mythology has never been this riveting!\"—Aprilynne Pike, #1\u003ci\u003e New York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of the Wings series, on\u003ci\u003e Reawakened\u003c\/i\u003e, book one in the series\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for The Tiger's Curse Series:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eNew York Times Bestsellers\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eUSA Today Bestsellers\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePublishers Weekly Bestsellers\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eParents' Choice Award Winners\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\"A sweet romance and heart-pounding adventure\u003c\/b\u003e . . . In short, \u003ci\u003eTiger's Curse\u003c\/i\u003e is magical!\"--Becca Fitzpatrick, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eHush, Hush\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The \u003cb\u003ehot new romance-adventure series\u003c\/b\u003e of 2011 . . .\"—\u003ci\u003eTeen Magazine \u003c\/i\u003e  \u2028\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eEpic, grand adventure rolled into a sweeping love story\u003c\/b\u003e . . .” –Sophie Jordan, author of \u003ci\u003eFirelight\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Tiger's Curse series is also being made into a movie! Adapted  by Julie Plec, creator of \u003ci\u003eThe Vampire Diaries\u003c\/i\u003e, and directed by Shekhar  Kapur, who directed the Academy-Award winning movie \u003ci\u003eElizabeth\u003c\/i\u003e.  \u003c\/b\u003eColleen Houck is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Reawakened series: \u003ci\u003eReawakened\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eRecreated\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eReunited\u003c\/i\u003e, as well as the Tiger's Curse series. Colleen lives in Salem, Oregon with her husband. Learn more about Colleen and her books at colleenhouck.com or follow @ColleenHouck on Twitter and find her on Pinterest.\u003cp\u003e1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePancakes and Papyrus\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNana’s rooster crowed, the sound of his cry too jarring for me to ignore. I rolled over and licked my lips, which for some reason felt swollen and numb. My mouth was particularly dry. I groaned as I shifted beneath the sheets, tugging them over my head to block out the piercing beams of daylight. The light was an intruder--an unwelcome visitor disturbing the dark tomb where I slumbered peacefully.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere was an awareness tickling the back of my mind, but I doggedly ignored it. Unfortunately, whatever it was had sunk in its claws and wouldn’t be pushed aside so easily. What was it that I couldn’t remember? And why did I feel like I’d lost a boxing match? My head hurt. I longed for a cold drink of water and a bottle of aspirin, but I just didn’t have the energy in my limbs to seek what I wanted.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe clattering of pots and pans told me I wouldn’t be able to lounge in bed much longer. Nana was going to call for me soon. Bossy needed to be milked, and there were eggs to gather. My feet hit the cold wooden floor, and as I slid to the edge of the bed my hands shook. I had the sudden feeling that I was in danger.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen I stood, my knees buckled, and I quickly sat back down. Gasping, I took hold of my grandmother’s quilt, my fingers tightening into fists that clutched the fragile fabric as fiercely as I would a life preserver. A cold sheen of sweat glistened on my arms. I couldn’t catch my breath. Horrors filled my mind: Death. Blood. Destruction. Evil.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWas it a dream? If it was, it was the most vivid nightmare I’d ever had.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Lilypad?” my nana’s voice called. “You up yet, hon?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yeah,” I answered, my voice quavering as I rubbed my trembling limbs vigorously. “I’ll be out soon.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI attempted to shake off the nightmare as best I could and dressed in a faded pair of overalls, a comfortable T-shirt, and thick socks. By the time I headed out to the barn, the sun had fully risen above the horizon. It perched in the cerulean sky, beaming down on me like an all-too-knowing eye. The light painted the thin clouds above in shades of rose and dusty orange. As I walked the well-worn path, the golden sunshine warming my shoulders and the fragrant air tickling my nose with the scent of Nana’s flower garden, I felt like all should be right with the world. And yet I knew it wasn’t. The gilded setting struck me as false, and I sensed evil things hiding in the shadows. Something’s definitely rotten in the state of Iowa.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSettling onto the wooden stool beside Bossy, I thought I had never in my life been so tired. It was more than physical exhaustion. Deep inside I felt battered, drained--like my soul was one of Nana’s wet towels, wrung of water and thrown carelessly on a line to dry. Pieces of me skittered around in the breeze, and it was only a matter of time until a gust of wind blew hard enough to send me flipping into the dust. Reaching up to pat Bossy’s flank, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The sound of streaming milk was soon pinging against the side of the metal bucket.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat kind of incomprehensible human ritual are you engaged in now? an irritated voice said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI squealed and staggered up from my seat, accidentally kicking over the milk bucket and my wooden stool in the process.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt’s called milking a cow, ya flea-bitten feline.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNaturally, I assumed as much. But such an act is beneath us. And for your information, we don’t have fleas.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Who’s there?” I called out, spinning around. I picked up a pitchfork and kicked open a stall, looking for intruders. “My nana has a shotgun,” I warned, a statement I never thought I’d ever have to utter. “Trust me. You don’t want to get on her bad side.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhy doesn’t she know who we are? questioned a voice with an Irish accent.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI don’t know. Perhaps there is something wrong with her mind. Lily, we are inside you, the initially irritated voice said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What?” I pressed my hands against the sides of my head and crouched down. Maybe I’m still dreaming, I thought. Either that or I’m going insane. Have I finally cracked under the pressure of getting ready for college? I’m now imagining voices. That can’t be a good thing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou’re not imagining us, darlin’.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYes. We’re as real as that too-fat-to-run, very mouthwatering creature you were trying to milk. Milk is not nearly as satisfying as red, raw meat, just so you know.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAn image of sinking my teeth into the body of a creature filled my mind. Steaming blood filled my mouth as I licked my chops.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI screamed, falling into the small pile of hay I’d broken apart to feed the cow.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFantastic. You broke ’er.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOne as powerful as Lily doesn’t just break.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShows what you know.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI’ve been with Lily longer. I think I know her well enough to know what she can handle.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eObviously, she can’t handle this. Can’t you feel her disconnect? It’s like her mind is floatin’ above us. Before she was as wrapped around us as a chicken guardin’ her eggs. Now she’s gone and flown the coop, leavin’ us trapped in our little shells waitin’ on some fox to scoop us up for breakfast.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI am one of Isis’s chosen. An African cat destined to fight in great battles with teeth and claw. I am not a chicken egg.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWell, without Lily, we’re just as powerless. When the mama hen dies, her chicks die, too.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLily is not dead.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNear enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI lay there, the prickly straw poking my neck and back as I listened. Was I dead? And all this some kind of special hell reserved just for me? The macabre thought made me want to bury myself deeper. Hide from the insanity surrounding me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe two voices continued arguing. Whoever they were, they seemed to know me. They sounded familiar, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t conjure a memory. Bossy came over and nudged my prostrate form, bawling for me to finish the milking job I’d started.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen her long tongue darted out toward my cheek, I tried to move away but found I couldn’t even wince. I was trapped in my own body. A brain aneurysm. That’s what must be happening. It’s the only thing that could explain the voices and the inability to move my limbs.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe door creaked open, and I felt someone reach out and touch my arm. “Lily?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA man leaned over me. His eyes were kind and familiar, but I struggled to identify him. The skin on his face was weathered, like a timeworn leather vest, but most of the wrinkles around his eyes were upturned, as if he spent most of his time smiling.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHassan! both voices cried at once. He’ll help us.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh, Lily!” he cried. “I feared something like this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat didn’t sound good. The man disappeared briefly before he returned with my grandmother. She eyed the man like he was a wolf trying to make off with her prize sheep. Still, she worked with him to wrangle me into the house. Once I was settled on the couch, she reached for the old-fashioned phone hanging on the wall.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Please don’t,” the man asked in a soft, pleading voice. His eyes cut to my nana and then to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI could hear the anger and suspicion in her voice. It was lurking just beneath a layer of forced politeness that was steadily melting away like a snowpack blanketing an active volcano. Nana was fixing to erupt in all her protective grandmotherly glory. “And why wouldn’t I call an ambulance?” she asked, daring him to give her an answer. “Seems mighty convenient that you just happened upon my granddaughter in the barn. How do I know you didn’t cause whatever’s wrong with her?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“On the contrary. I freely admit, I am partly to blame for her condition, though I would never wish her ill. If I had wanted to make off with her for some nefarious purpose, I wouldn’t have retrieved you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNana didn’t respond with more than a suspicious hmph.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man wrung his hat in his hands guiltily as he spoke. “As to why you should refrain from seeking medical attention, it pains me to inform you that what ails Lilliana is not of this world. I’m afraid a doctor would be of no help whatsoever.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI couldn’t see Nana from my fixed position on the couch, but the fact that she wasn’t immediately pushing the buttons for 911 meant that she was considering his words. “Explain,” she demanded.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s rather complicated . . . ,” he hedged.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I would suggest you give me the Reader’s Digest version, then.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man nodded, swallowed, then said, “Now, this is a supposition on my part, but I think Lily might be suffering from a form of extreme dissociative identity disorder. She’s had a very recent traumatic experience. One terrible enough that her conscious mind has . . . for lack of a better explanation, retreated. It’s a way for her mind to protect itself.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And when, exactly, do you believe this trauma has occurred? Lily has been under my care since she arrived.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s not precisely true.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s enough. I’m calling the police.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“No! Please, dear lady, I beg you. I mean neither you nor her any harm. There is no one more qualified to help her than I. You must believe me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Who are you? And how do you know Lily’s name?” There was a dangerous edge to her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe sighed. “My name is Osahar Hassan. I’m an Egyptologist by trade. Has she mentioned me at all? Spoken of Egypt?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNana came closer to the couch. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. “Her . . . her parents said she’s taken quite an interest in the Egyptian wing at the museum. She’s spent all her free time there for the past few months.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHad I? If so, I had no memory of it at all. Why did I get out of bed this morning? I knew something was off. Still, my brain disassociating didn’t make sense. Was that where the voices were coming from? And why did my mental state affect my limbs? I tried desperately to move my pinky. Just lift one finger. I concentrated like I was threading one of Nana’s embroidery needles. I couldn’t produce so much as a twitch.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Lilliana has been helping me on a . . . a project of great importance. I’m afraid one of the discoveries we’ve made has put her in some peril.” He raised a hand. “She’s out of physical danger.” He grimaced. “For the moment. It’s her mental state that I’m most concerned about. You see, there was a spell. . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A spell?” Nana lifted her eyebrow along with one corner of her lip.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yes, a spell. A very ancient, very powerful one. If you will allow me, I can prove to you that what I’m saying is true.” He took a step closer to the couch, but Nana dropped the phone, which was now beeping because it was off the hook. The half smile disappeared from her face as she picked up the rifle she kept tucked in the corner. Nana didn’t keep it loaded, but the man wouldn’t know that.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’ll thank you to keep your distance from my granddaughter,” she warned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man looked at the rifle, then at my grandmother. He gave her a small nod but lifted a finger as if to shush her, completely nonplussed by the gun pointed at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Tia?” he said while looking at my inert body. “Are you there? If you are, I need you to take over for Lily.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the few seconds it took for me to wonder who Tia was, my focus shifted. I felt smaller. Like I was looking up at the world through a thin layer of water. Instinctively, I bucked against the change. I knew that what was happening to me was connected to something bad, chained-to-an-anchor-and-thrown-in-the-ocean bad, but at the same time, I had the distinct impression that I was safe. Cared for. Loved.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I am here,” I heard one of the voices say, except now it was coming from my mouth. Slowly, my view shifted as my body sat up on the couch. “The fairy is with me as well.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI have a name, ya know, the second voice inside me said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“The fairy?” The man frowned. “Apparently, Anubis left out some of the pertinent details, as usual.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Fairy? Anubis? What exactly is going on here?” Nana demanded. “Lilypad, are you all right, honey?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“The one you refer to as Lilypad is here. It is as Hassan has described. Her mind is fragmented. She is like a river after a rainstorm--clouded with silt. I can only hope that with time she will return to normal.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man rubbed his jaw. “Yes, perhaps,” he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“How can you speak of normal when she has a split personality?” Nana demanded. “Tell me exactly what is going on!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Egyptologist was about to speak when a new voice, like ethereal musical smoke, echoed around us. “Perhaps you will allow me to explain,” it said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy head moved and fixed itself on a pinpoint of light that grew steadily in the center of the room. I heard a soft gasp from Nana when a beautiful woman with moonbeam-blond hair as smooth and straight as a frozen pond stepped through a glowing doorway. The lighted background diminished around her, but there was still a brightness that never left her form.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Who . . . who are you?” Nana asked. She looked to Hassan, but he just stared at the woman in awe.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe’s a blinkin’ fairy like me! the fairy voice said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Clearly, she is not,” Tia answered. “Do you not recognize a goddess when you see one?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA goddess? I thought with an inner snort. That’s crazy. And I knew crazy. New Yorkers saw crazy every day--guys dancing on the street in Lady Liberty dresses, women jogging in heels, food trucks that looked like cheeseburgers, dogs as fashion accessories. 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