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Stories from the Plantation Book WA 1
By Lady Dre
There is a storm coming to Egypt, and one woman has the power
to dictate where it goes and who it breaks.
Jeska was a girl who just wanted to learn how to be a healer
and make her family proud. An encounter with royalty doesn't change that, but
it certainly complicates things. She is swept away into the glittering world of
the royals, it is a beautiful world that hides the betrayal she will soon
receive with a pretty facade. She fell in love quickly with Hotep, a kind boy
who saw past the glitter of the court and tried to help her do the same.
But the facade, as all facades do, soon fell apart.
Jeska is a woman who has lost everything, her love, her
husband and two of her children, she is bent but not broken and she has her
mind fixed on revenge. When an old friend asks her to dive straight into the
war, she doesn't hesitate, and this time, she is not alone, Hotep, now a great
warrior will be working with her. Together, they will uncover secrets, fight
battles, and rekindle a love they thought was long gone, still, will her
actions be enough to stop destruction from raining down on Egypt?
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alqata
was the most beautiful palace Jeska had ever set her eyes on. Never mind that,
in all her five years, it was the only palace she had ever set her eyes on.
Father never let her go too far without him because he never wanted her to go
missing.
"Stay
close to me, Jeska." She picked up her pace to keep up with her father who
slowed down to let her catch up to him and the palace servant that was leading
them down the twisting hallways. She knew that if she lost sight of them for
just a second, she could go missing for days and mother would be sad.
"This
place is beautiful, father. Can we live here?” She saw a smile ghost the lips
of the servant but she continued. People always talked about how bold she was;
she did not mind one bit. “You and mother can ask Pharaoh. He will agree, don't
you think?"
She could
not stop her eyes from wandering over the paintings on the walls with
depictions of flowers and elaborate animals. As they passed a column painted to
look like lilies, she traced her fingers over it and almost stumbled into a
servant hurrying down the corridor. The palace was bustling with activity and
there were servants buzzing through the hallways. It reminded Jeska of the
impossibly large bees humming around in the garden they passed a while ago. This
was not the first time she would accompany her father to heal someone. She had
been her father's apprentice since she was old enough to follow him around
which was also the time she was old enough to understand what he was doing.
They were
going to heal Pharaoh's only daughter, Hatshepsut. For the past two years,
since she was three, Jeska had been actively following her father around and
today he was taking her with him to heal royalty. She was excited when he told
her about the job – at least until he told her he was not planning on taking
her with him. She begged and sulked for days, promising that she would be on
her best behavior.
"Father,
I promise. Please just take me with you. I'll be good and I'll wear makeup,
mother." She directed the last part at her mother who was always trying to
get her to wear makeup and jewelry, all of which Jeska despised; especially
under the scalding sun. They finally agreed after some compromise and here they
were in the palace.
The
servant led them down a hallway that seemed more prestigious than the others,
if the relatively well-dressed servants were anything to go by. Here, there
were fewer servants and they looked healthier than the ones Jeska had seen
earlier. They stopped in front of a door that reminded Jeska of the vines that
had climbed and wrapped themselves around the outer walls of her home. Somehow,
an artist had painted the vines with clarity. It was nothing short of
beautiful. The servant knocked once and opened the door for them, letting them
enter first as was expected of him. Jeska was a direct descendant of Peseshet,
the first female doctor in all of Egypt. Her father, Akhethetep, was Peseshet's
son and he learned from her. Jeska's family was not a royal one but they were
not peasants either; they were upper class members of the society.
The
servant motioned for them to follow him as he walked past Jeska’s father into a
little room, at the end of which was a door. Jeska assumed that it was the
princess’ private viewing chamber. She followed her father to take a seat on
one of the many wooden chairs cushioned with fine cotton as the servant walked
towards the door. The servant gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Father,
why don’t we just go in with the servant?” Jeska whispered immediately the
servant disappeared behind the door, her small body turned towards her father.
“The
princess has to give us permission to see her. That’s how it works, Jeska.” Her
father replied with a smile on his face.
“I don’t
understand. Doesn’t she want to get healed? We came to heal her but we still
have to wait for her permission?” Her tone laced with confusion and distaste,
Jeska’s face morphed into a frown as she thought about the absurdity of it all.
“I don’t think I want to live in the palace anymore, father.” That elicited a
laugh from Jeska’s father.
“Hush
now, Jeska.” Her father scolded her but he was smiling so she knew he was not
being too serious about it. Just then, the door opened and the servant stepped
out. He bowed at them with his arms behind his back. “The princess has given
you leave to see her.”
Jeska
walked into the princess’ bedroom with her father’s hand on her bare shoulder
guiding her. The room was decorated all around with paintings of beautiful
animals. To Jeska's left was a painting of two lions poised to attack. The wall
directly in front of her was covered in a painting of a crocodile with its jaws
wide open to capture prey. It sent a thrill through her chest; she had always
loved animals. Jeska barely managed to drag her eyes away from the paintings to
look at the occupants of the room.
Seated by the bedside of the girl Jeska assumed was the princess, was a
little boy who looked to be about a year or two older than she was. The boy was
donned with a loose-fitting robe that appeared to be made of linen. The prints
of fur on specific places such as the shoulders depicted his heritage as
Pharaoh's son. Unlike Jeska who only had a few jewelries on but no clothing,
the girl on the bed was dressed in a loose robe similar to her brother’s. Jeska
was confused as to why the girl was dressed; she was sure they were the same
age.
From the
corner of her eye, Jeska saw her father bow to the princess and the boy who
must have been the prince, Thutmose II. The princess, Hatshepsut, and Thutmose
were both children of the Pharaoh but they were born of different mothers.
Hatshepsut's mother died after she gave birth to her only daughter. From what
Jeska had heard, the princess and her half-brother were very close. In fact,
people often said that if one did not know of the death of the princess'
mother, one would think them to be from the same mother.
"Healer,
why has your daughter failed to greet me?" Hatshepsut questioned Jeska's
father, drawing Jeska's attention to the fact that she had been staring at her
since she stepped into the room. "Or is that not the custom anymore?"
This question was directed at her brother who simply stared at her, his
amusement at the situation obvious in the private smile he gave his sister.
"You'll
have to forgive her, my princess. This is her first time around people of
higher birth such as yours." Jeska watched as her father bowed his head
again, humility written all over his features. Something twisted in her guts
right then. Something like anger. Something like disdain for the princess. She
knew that it was the custom of her people to respect and worship Pharaoh and
his children, but this girl was too full of pride.
"Well,
she'll have to learn, won't she?" The princess replied with a smug smile
on her face.
"Father,
I take back your apology. She doesn't deserve it." Jeska interfered with a
thrust of her chin at Hatshepsut. She watched as Hatshepsut's face turned sour
and angry, as if she could not at all fathom the words Jeska spoke to her. As
if he could sense that something bad was about to happen, Akhethetep pulled his
daughter behind him, leaving her slightly covered by his frame.
Hatshepsut
quickly sat up and turned to her brother, the sudden movement caused the sleeve
of her robe to slip down one shoulder. "Thutmose, call the guards for me.
This girl must be punished–" her sentence was cut short by her brother's
hand on her shoulder gently pushing her against the bed, making her to get into
a reclined position. He gathered the bed-sheets around her and drew them up to her
shoulders.
"You
need to rest, Hatshepsut. Let the man and his daughter heal you and be on their
way." He stood up from the chair by the side of the princess' bed, and
motioned with the slightest of bows for Jeska's father to take his former
position. Jeska decided that she liked the young prince better than his proud
sister.
Thutmose
II, second of his name, knew some things. He knew some people considered him
weak and he would most likely be considered a weakling all throughout history
but he regarded it as his duty to love and protect his sister, regardless of
the circumstances. Despite his young age; he had not lived up to eight years,
he knew that the young girl that accompanied her father to heal Hatshepsut was
from a line of veritable healers. He knew
that her grandmother oversaw the last few treatments and rites that were
necessary for the burial of Hatshepsut's mother. Hatshepsut was not aware of
this little fact; this family had honored her mother.
The
healer released his grip on his daughter's shoulder, apparently satisfied that
the threat of punishment to his daughter was gone. He whirled around to face
his daughter with a finger pointed at her. "You know the correct way to
behave, Jeska. Why are you acting like your mother and I didn’t raise you
properly?" Akhethetep scolded the girl. "Now you will apologize to
prince Thutmose."
Thutmose
quickly interrupted the man. "There is no need. We are almost the same
age, eh? Perhaps next time she will do better." He could barely see the
girl, Jeska, behind her father but he had a feeling he would find a scowl on
her face if he could.
"Thank
you, prince." The healer straightened and faced Thutmose. "She will
do better next time. I take full responsibility for her actions."
"No
need for all that." Thutmose walked towards the healer and the man passed
him, his bag of healing potions in his hand. He stopped just by Hatshepsut's
beside, pushing away the chair that Thutmose occupied earlier.
Thutmose
watched as the man opened his bag and brought out some concoctions and herbs.
He placed them on a small wooden table and adjusted the pillows beneath
Hatshepsut's head. He uncapped a flask made of goatskin and poured some of its
liquid content on his hand. The smell of the liquid substance immediately
permeated the room and Thutmose was overcome with an overwhelming need to vomit
the remains of his breakfast. As the older man massaged the thick green liquid
onto his sister's forehead, Thutmose could see the effects it was having on her.
Her eyes were watering, and she kept blinking repeatedly.
"This
will drive away the sickness. It seems to be a strong one, but I prepared this
potion especially for you, my princess." Akhethetep quickly assured her of
the importance of the concoction. After all, the princess had barely lived for
six years. Just like his daughter, she was still a child. At the thought of the
younger girl, Jeska, Thutmose turned to see how she was faring against the
strong potion. The girl had her palm over her nose. She appeared to be
breathing through her mouth.
"Drink
a little of this, princess." The healer had put away the foul potion and
brought another to Hatshepsut's lips.
About the Author
Lady Dre is a dreamer who loves
the freedom that comes with reading a good book. She sometimes enjoys the
worlds her imagination creates more than reality, she is a mom and a paralegal who
loves writing whenever she isn't with her friends or hanging out with Mickey
and Minnie Mouse in Disneyland. She doesn't get a lot of free time to write,
but when she does, she bleeds emotions into the pages and the results are often
magical. She lives in Los Angeles, where she goes to brunch with her friends as
much as is humanly possible and does her best to watch all the great movies she
can find.
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“Great
Christian fiction with real-world issues and scriptures to support them! I
definitely recommend to those who are married or seeking marriage!”
Should I Stay or Should I Go
By Lakisha Johnson
Last call signifies closing time is near, either you place
your last order or settle any open tabs. In life, it’s when you’re fed up and a
decision must be made … Should I Stay, or Should I Go?
For Lillian Weaver, last call could be a possible end to her
seven-year marriage to Blair.
Blair, the owner of a popular bar, B Squared has allowed
success to go to his head. Now, his pride and ego are bigger than the promises
and plans he once made with his wife. A wife, who no longer recognizes the man
Blair has become. He used to be loving and kind, someone she was willing to
sacrifice her own dreams for.
Until one day, he changed. His demeaning language and disrespectful actions leaves Lillie confused, hurt and tired. Will Blair's pride cause Lillie to walk away and him lose it all? You'll have to find out in this Christian Fiction novella, Last Call.
Available in eBook and Paperback here!
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About the Author
LaKisha Johnson, from Memphis, Tennessee, is an author of more
than seventeen Christian Fiction novels, devotionals and journals. She writes
from her heart, as she hopes the messages, on the pages, will relate to every
reader. Ask her and she’ll tell you,
”It’s not just writing, it’s ministry.”
In addition to being a self-published author, she’s also a
wife of 21 years, mother of two, Co-Pastor of Macedonia MB Church in Hollywood,
MS; Sr. Business Analyst with FedEx, Devotional Blogger and more. She’s a
college graduate with two Associate Degrees in IT and a Bachelor of Science in
Bible.
LaKisha writes from her heart, as she hopes the messages, on the pages, will relate to every reader. This is why she doesn’t take the credit for what God does because if you were to strip away everything; you’d see that Lakisha is simply a woman who boldly, unapologetically and gladly loves and works for God.
“I really
love this book and cannot
wait for the next book of the Mandela Effect Trilogy.”
Vol. I Black
and White
By Eric Blue
Ever wondered about how it would be to go back in time and
change history? The satirical novel, The Mandela Effect, gives an insight into
how a Rainbow Nation South Africa of 2010 celebrated the hosting of the FIFA
2010 World Cup. Of course, it wasn’t always like that.
When a gas pipe blast in a local restaurant takes law student
Lindiwe Buthelezi out of her comfort zone and back to the year 1987 when
apartheid (racial segregation) was at its worst, she soon realises the
important role that she has to play in following in her late mother’s
footsteps.
Lindiwe gets to experience the bad of Black and White on all
fronts of life before getting to the blessings!
African National Congress icon Nelson Mandela is believed to
be locked away on Robben Island for failing to renounce violence against the
state. While some hard-line left wingers felt that Mandela may sell out to the
apartheid government, several right-wing members believed that eliminating
Mandela would send a strong message to the so-called communist liberation
struggle.
Add in the African American duo of CNN political reporter
Louise Burrell and Washington D.C.-based human rights lawyer Pearce Ellison,
and the race is on to plot a smooth way to democracy for the New South Africa.
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About the Author
Eric Blue is a modern era storyteller who sees things
differently than most writers do. He spots the “story behind the story” and his
mind works on the “what could have been” scenario. He focuses on the mirror
image to give the readers an in-depth look at how life could have been. His
work may be fiction, but it also could have been today’s headline news. Eric’s
writing is built on a passion to boldly go where other writers seldom thing
about going. Check his website https://eric.blue/
for more works from him.
An excerpt from Before & After: A Christian Poetry Collection
Hidden
Buried
beneath
The
darkness of sin
Pervasive
Ever
clinging
Grabbing
on
When
there’s nothing to grab onto
Still
I struggle
Stuck
in a cycle
Of
lying, cheating, appealing to other people
Wishing
Hoping
Praying
That
one day they will approve
They
will know of my worth
They
will know that I am different than the rest
A
diamond hidden amongst a blanket of stars
But
No,
so I toil
I
struggle
My
body groans in the effort
To
carry this burden all by myself
Yes,
I hide it
No
one needs to see the pain
Behind
my smile
To
quote the wise
My
life ain’t been no crystal stair
There’s
pain hidden beyond my shame
My
guilt
My
pain is for no one else
I
can do it
I
can pull myself up
Then
I fall
Once
again
Trembling
underneath the weight
The
burden of my goals
They
are beyond me
Yet
still I get up
Fighting
what the world says that I am and will always be
Struggling
to be seen for my true worth
The
onyx
Hidden
in the rough and tumble
Of
the every day
I
refuse to be where I always land
I
have to push harder
But
now there’s nothing left
Energy
shot
Body
shaking
There
are others who have done it
But
I am not one of them
I
will remain hidden
Until I am found.
© Larissa Hinton
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