This historical-fiction novel written in 1992 chronicles the lives of late 18th Dynasty Egypt, those of Tutankhamun and his wife, Queen Ankhesenamun. An Excerpt: Commander Horemhab sat anxiously and impatiently on the floor of his chariot, waiting for an answer. The royal troops had aligned the entrance of the Nubian camp and several scouts were patrolling in and out of the enemy head-quarters, looking for their leader. A single chariot of Nubian craftsmanship, originally stolen from Egyptian garrisons and modified to meet their standards, shifted the desert sands behind it as the chariot entered through an unprotected gap in the Egyptian wall of horses. A proud announcement saluted the commander from afar, and this caused him to rise from his seat. It was Tutankhamon. Excited, Horemhab shouted to the sky in adoration of the god Horus, relieved that his prayers had been answered. Horemhab exalted his comrades over the news. Ay was the first to respond. "It couldn't be him; that charioteer looks nothing like Tutankhamon." Tut removed his wig and Ay looked closer. "Oh my god." Copyright 2004,2011 Michael J. Costa, All rights reserved.