#novel nubian

[fatehbaz]

A major interest in that work [...] was the era of post-war decolonization, and how archaeology connected with it (or not). As the territory of what became the Arab Republic of Egypt emerged from various forms of British rule and Egyptian monarchy, I wanted to know how that process impacted upon archaeology, a field that had been dominated by Euro-Americans (and whose major official institution, the Egyptian Antiquities Service, had been run entirely by French men). [...] The book revolves around, but is not limited to, a major event in the development of what became World Heritage, at least in UNESCO’s -- and, put bluntly, many other people’s -- telling.

UNESCO promotes its International Campaign to Save the Monuments of Nubia, which took place in the adjoining regions of Egyptian and Sudanese Nubia from 1960 until 1980, as central to the development of the 1972 World Heritage Convention. The campaign -- to a large, but not total, extent staffed by teams from the Euro-American institutions who had long excavated in Egypt -- sought to preserve and record ancient temples and archaeological sites in Nubia. Those sites were due to be flooded by the construction of the Aswan High Dam, which, despite having been planned many years earlier, became a centerpiece of Nasser-era modernization plans. Among them the temples at Abu Simbel and Philae, the monuments on the Egyptian -- but not Sudanese -- side of the Nubian border were listed as part of the second tranche of World Heritage sites in 1979, and today Nubian temples are located around the world: “gifts-in-return” for financial contributions to UNESCO’s project, perhaps most famous among them the temple of Dendur at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. The World Heritage Convention, meanwhile, remains the major international piece of legislation in the heritage arena, and at the time of writing has been ratified by 194 States Parties. Oddly, however, beyond an official history published in the 1980s, there has never been a book-length, critical treatment of the Nubian campaign, nor have the articles and book chapters written about the event really addressed it in terms of the “local” (which is to say Egyptian and Sudanese) perspective, let alone the Nubian one.

Flooded Pasts discusses how, in combination with the politics of irrigation and development, UNESCO’s Nubian campaign built on and transformed colonial-era archaeological understandings of Nubia as a region of picturesque ruination: a place filled with ancient, Nile-side ruins, and not a place where people -- Nubians -- lived.

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During the early decades of the twentieth century (and before and after the British declaration of nominal Egyptian independence in 1922), the building and heightening of the original Aswan Dam had, to increasingly destructive levels, flooded Nubian settlements on the Egyptian side of the Nubian border. These settlements were located alongside the many ancient ruins located in the region, which were also increasingly submerged. Eventually receiving some compensation from the Egyptian government, Nubia’s population were forced to move their homes higher up the Nile’s banks, and many Nubians moved to Cairo and Alexandria to work in domestic service. Meanwhile, Egypt’s antiquities service launched two archaeological surveys directed by colonial officials that sought to record ancient sites before they were flooded.

This process, I argue, made it much easier to separate an ancient Nubian past from the region’s present: one dominated by a territorially novel kingdom of Egypt whose permanence was extrapolated backwards in time.

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Accordingly, as Egypt and Sudan signed the Nile Waters Agreement of 1959 and confirmed the impending construction of the High Dam, that process precipitated a continuation of earlier archaeological work [...]. Simultaneously, separate “ethnological” surveys either side of the newly hardened Egyptian-Sudanese border prepared for the relocation of the now-separated Nubian population to new, government-planned settlements elsewhere (the Egyptian survey was supported by the Ford Foundation and based at the American University in Cairo; the Sudanese one was supported by the Sudan Antiquities Service).

Even in the face of Nubian demonstrations -- particularly strong in Wadi Halfa in the very north of Sudan -- this forced, state-backed process of migration made the job of archaeological survey easier, constituting further representations of the desolate desert dotted by ancient monuments that earlier work had made possible.

That those monuments -- and that “desert” -- clearly had a far more complex history was a fact elided by most involved.

To a great extent, too, that elision continues, even as the Nubian diaspora has in recent years become much more vocal about its plight. [...]

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[T]here is no doubt that the Nubian campaign, and the Nubian archaeological surveys before it, affected tens of thousands of lives for the worse. [...] I would hope that Flooded Pasts enjoys a readership beyond the academic, not least because issues around heritage -- what it is, who has a say in it, how its governance operates -- have become so salient in the last few years [...]. There has been a growing amount of work on the histories of archaeology and heritage -- and a corresponding amount of discussion around what it might mean to decolonize those fields [...]. More pressingly, then, I hope that the book catalyzes discussion around the lives of contemporary Nubians [...].

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All text above are the words of William Carruthers. As interviewed by staff at the Jadaliyya e-zine. Transcript titled “William Carruthers, Flooded Pasts: UNESCO, Nubia, and the Recolonization of Archaeology (New Texts Out Now).” Published online at Jadaliyya. 22 December 2022. [Image from the cover of the book. Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

#orientalism #deserts are not empty #this is exactly what ann laura stoler talks about in Imperial Debris #about especially victorian and early 20th century scientists and historians having #socalled imperial nostalgia for ruins and ruination #ecology #abolition #imperial #colonial

[ninja-muse]

So it's somehow the end of May? Not sure how that happened, even though I have been busy so of course the time has flown by! Things done this last month include hosting family multiple times, visiting my first cat café, visiting family, wedding reception, and baking my first rhubarb pie. Somehow I managed to fit 9 books and 2 DNFs in there, and was very good about not taking too many ARCs home. I didn't even buy anything!

Also, this is the first time I think I've ever underpacked physical books for a holiday. I thought for sure that the SF book I popped in my bag would last me at least three days but no, A History of What Comes Next was a fast read and lasted one. Thank goodness for Libby and my cache of T. Kingfisher e-novellas, is all I'm saying. Reading those back to back got my reading goal back on track for the year.

Novel is still progressing apace. Digger is still not shipped. It is reading outdoors weather but I've yet to do so. Nothing else to report.

And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…

Magisteria - Nicholas Spencer

A history of the interactions between science and (Western) (mostly Christian) religion.

7.5/10

warning: discussions of racism, race science, eugenics, historical Islamophobia

After Villon - Roger Farr

Poetry written in conversation with a late medieval French criminal-poet.

🏳️‍🌈, 🇨🇦

The Sinister Booksellers of Bath - Garth Nix

Susan and Bath’s magical booksellers must rescue Merlin after he’s trapped in a map—which might mean taking on an unknown Sovereign.

6.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (genderqueer), Afro-British secondary characters, Muslim secondary character

A History of What Comes Next - Sylvain Neuvel

A lineage of scientifically-minded women work behind the scenes with one goal: Get Them To The Stars Before Evil Kills Us All.

7/10

main characters consistently read as POC, 🏳️‍🌈 main character (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic), Black-Russian secondary character, Chinese-American secondary character, 🇨🇦 Warning: attempted rape, early methods of conversion therapy

Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice for Murderers - Jesse Q. Sutanto

When Vera finds a body in her tea shop, she knows exactly what to do—call the police and then solve the murder herself.

7/10

Chinese-American protagonist, largely Asian-American cast, Chinese-Indonesian author

warning: domestic abuse (not physical)

A Master of Djinn - P. Djèlí Clark

Agent Fatma investigates a mass murder with possible ties to djinn magic.

7/10

largely Egyptian cast, Nubian secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 main character (lesbian), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic), largely Muslim cast, African-American author

warning: contains racists, colonial mindsets, and cultural appropriators

Kiss Her Once For Me - Alison Cochrun

Ellie agrees to a fake engagement and marriage over the Christmas holidays—only to find out her fiancé’s sister is the one-night stand she couldn’t get over.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (bi), main character with anxiety disorder, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (lesbian, trans, nonbinary, multisexual), Korean-American secondary characters, Latinx secondary character, Filipina secondary character, secondary character with ADHD

warning: depiction of anxiety and panic attacks, toxic parent-child relationship

Minor Mage - T. Kingfisher

Twelve-year-old Oliver is sent away from his village on a quest to bring back rain. He knows three spells, and one is to repel armadillo dander.

6.5/10

Mortal Follies - Alexis Hall

Maelys Micklemore has been cursed, a terrible thing for a young Regency woman. Her best hope of breaking the spell is the mannish Lady Georgiana, who might be a witch. Out in June.

6.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic, gay, trans woman), Black British secondary character, Afro-British secondary character

Picture Books

The Octopus Escapes - Maile Meloy with Felicia Salter (illustrator)

An octopus is brought to an aquarium. Being captive is great—at first.

DNF

The Last Heir to Blackwood Library - Hester Fox

Ivy inherits an estate in Yorkshire, with a magnificent library, recalcitrant servants, a ghost, and a curse.

The Absolute Book - Elizabeth Knox

A woman who lost her sister to violence finds herself drawn into another world with bearings on her family history.

Currently reading:

Shadowlands - Matthew Green

Short histories of lost settlements from across the UK.

The Gifts - Liz Hyder

In 1840s England, a woman grows wings.

Stats Monthly total: 9+1 Yearly total: 53/140 Queer books: 5 Authors of colour: 2 Books by women: 3 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 2 Off the TBR shelves: 2 Books hauled: 0 ARCs acquired: 3 ARCs unhauled: 2 DNFs: 2

January February March April

#books #booklr #bookblr #adult booklr #book covers #book photography #my photos #reading wrap-ups #book recommendations #rec lists #read in 2023 #who queue?

[mit]

A marvel in masonry shows the art of the possible

Martin Puryear’s monumental sculpture “Lookout” has turned heads with its novel brick design. Here’s how MIT helped him build it.

In the Hudson River Valley, on a hill inside the Storm King Art Center, a new addition to the country’s leading outdoor sculpture collection was unveiled this fall. “Lookout,” by the eminent American sculptor Martin Puryear, is a beguiling, domed brick structure with confounding curves, a walk-in entrance, and 90 apertures.

The sculpture “could be the most amazing thing Martin’s ever done,” the noted curator John Elderfield told The New York Times.

“Lookout” also raises a question: How do you assemble an entirely curving building using rectilinear bricks, of all materials?

Answer: First, assemble a team of leading masonry experts to work on it — including several individuals who are MIT faculty, alumni, and students.

The vision of “Lookout” comes from Puryear, who is known for creating evocative shapes and deploying striking materials; it was partly inspired by ancient Nubian masonry techniques. But bricks are best suited for building rectangular structures. They work well in compression — stacking on to each other — but can pull apart when stretched into other shapes. Constructing the completely curvilinear “Lookout” in brick was a major challenge.

Keep reading.

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#masonry #architecture #art #public art #Vimeo

[beardedmrbean]

Ugh sorry, I just want AVOID using the Nubian pharaoh dynasty as it seem they were foreign dynasty as well and what the exactly did for the Egyptians? Like I own more about Akenhanton heresy reign vs what these dark skinned pharaohs did

I also own AC origins that take place in Plotemic Egypt and the main character is a Siwan with Berber heritage. But then game acknowledge he very different from my ancestors

https://assassinscreed.fandom.com/wiki/Bayek/Gallery?file=ACO_Bayek_close-up.png

He was broken man in the early game hence ragged look. But even his hair texture is different https://www.pinterest.com/pin/354588170663502673/

Oh yeah the Harlem fighters, battlefield 1 acknowledged in their based cover as the game take place in WW1 https://krakenperu.com/producto/battlefield-battlefield-1-cover/

And something I notice in the attempts to diversify fantasy stuff a review pointed out about a crappy game…perhaps next anon

But happy Ides of March https://youtu.be/-aSrXGLmwqY?si=6Oi1S4ardHAsO9Yc

Totally fine, just a thought you do you with the nubian thing.

The whole Akhenaten thing is endlessly fascinating to me, I have my theories about what happened with all of them and that, dynastic Egypt going monotheistic is just a strange blip to read about.

I also own AC origins that take place in Plotemic Egypt and the main character is a Siwan with Berber heritage. But then game acknowledge he very different from my ancestors

Probably a bit ya

He was broken man in the early game hence ragged look. But even his hair texture is different https://www.pinterest.com/pin/354588170663502673/

Oh yeah the Harlem fighters, battlefield 1 acknowledged in their based cover as the game take place in WW1.

Can't ignore them, got a thing at the end for you with Henry Johnson you may like too. Seem to have taken some liberties with the weaponry on that cover too, but that's ok looks badass so I'll allow it, lol.

And something I notice in the attempts to diversify fantasy stuff a review pointed out about a crappy game…perhaps next anon

Sounds good.

oh this is wonderful, happy ides of march.

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And also, promised other thing

Apparently the military is making graphic novels of Medal of Honor recipients detailing the actions that led to them receiving a medal that requires even the president to salute when they see it.

Here's Henry Johnson's

just 11 pages, but I enjoyed it

#zoomer huey anon

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Craig Simpson

Published: Mar 25, 2023

Agatha Christie novels have been rewritten for modern sensitivities, The Telegraph can reveal.

Poirot and Miss Marple mysteries have had original passages reworked or removed in new editions published by HarperCollins.

The character of a British tourist venting her frustration at a group of children has been purged from a recent reissue, while a number of references to people smiling and comments on their teeth and physiques, have also been erased.

It comes after books by Roald Dahl and Ian Fleming were edited by modern publishers.

The new editions of Christie’s works are set to be released or have been released since 2020 by HarperCollins, which is said by insiders to use the services of sensitivity readers. It has created new editions of the entire run of Miss Marple mysteries and selected Poirot novels.  

Digital versions of new editions seen by The Telegraph include scores of changes to texts written from 1920 to 1976, stripping them of numerous passages containing descriptions, insults or references to ethnicity, particularly for characters Christie’s protagonists encounter outside the UK.

The author’s own narration, often through the inner monologue of Miss Jane Marple or Hercule Poirot, has been altered in many instances. Sections of dialogue uttered by often unsympathetic characters within the mysteries have also been cut.

In the 1937 Poirot novel Death on the Nile, the character of Mrs Allerton complains that a group of children are pestering her, saying that “they come back and stare, and stare, and their eyes are simply disgusting, and so are their noses, and I don’t believe I really like children”.

This has been stripped down in a new edition to state: “They come back and stare, and stare. And I don’t believe I really like children”.

Vocabulary has also been altered, with the term “Oriental” removed. Other descriptions have been altered in some instances, with a black servant, originally described as grinning as he understands the need to stay silent about an incident, described as neither black nor smiling but simply as “nodding”.

In a new edition of the 1964 Miss Marple novel A Caribbean Mystery, the amateur detective’s musing that a West Indian hotel worker smiling at her has “such lovely white teeth” has been removed, with similar references to “beautiful teeth” also taken out.

The same book described a prominent female character as having “a torso of black marble such as a sculptor would have enjoyed”, a description absent from the edited version.

References to the Nubian people – an ethnic group that has lived in Egypt for millennia – have been removed from Death on the Nile in many instances, resulting in “the Nubian boatman” becoming simply “the boatman”.

Dialogue in Christie’s 1920 debut novel The Mysterious Affair at Styles has been altered, so where Poirot once noted that another character is “a Jew, of course”, he now makes no such comment.

In the same book, a young woman described as being “of gypsy type” is now simply “a young woman”, and other references to gypsies have been removed from the text.

The 1979 collection Miss Marple’s Final Cases and Two Other Stories includes the character of an Indian judge who grows angry demanding his breakfast in the original text with “his Indian temper”, a phrase now changed to say “his temper”.

References to “natives” have also been removed or replaced with the word “local”.

Across the revised books, racial descriptions have been altered or removed, including, in A Caribbean Mystery, an entire passage where a character fails to see a black woman in some bushes at night as he walks to his hotel room.

The word “n-----” has been taken out of revised edition, both in Christie’s prose and the dialogue spoken by her characters.

It is not the first time Christie’s works have been altered. Her 1939 novel And Then There Were None was previously published under a different title that included a racist term. 

Agatha Christie Limited, a company run by the author’s great grandson James Prichard, is understood to handle licensing for her literary and film rights. The company and HarperCollins have been contacted for comment.

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“The Revolution will be complete when the language is perfect.”

-- George Orwell, "Nineteen Eighty-Four"

#Agatha Christie #sensitivity reading #sensitivity reader #English literature #memory hole #corruption of literature #religion is a mental illness

[marierg]

Of Light and Darkness: Phantom in the Dark 2

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!:  DARTH MAUL (A warning in and of himself), Death, injuries, loss and sadness. AAANNNNGGGSSSTTT!!!!!  Ok we all know what’s coming but it’s still gonna hurt!

A/N: I don’t own any rights to the story or characters in Cannon Star Wars.  There are a few portions of the dialogue within this chapter.  This is a Loving tribute and work of Fan fiction, with a few tweaks and twists of my own!  If you haven’t ever read the novelization there’s a few things that I tossed in there, highly recommend the read.  As a kid I thought that the Baddies were more greedy than evil, but after reading a little and watching clone wars I tweaked this to fit more how I thought it should go.  Hope you all enjoy! 

PS- This is gonna be VERY picture heavy, because I'm not always confident in my ability to write without giving a visual. Sorry....

Picture Credit: Pinterest/ Lucasfilm LTD

Word Count: 4700

MASTERLIST Next Part (3)

Upon jumping out of hyperspace it became apparent that the blockade was over with only one control ship remaining in orbit.  None the less your craft was surely detected and time was precious.  That the Nubian cruiser landed on the planet in one piece completely solidified your opinion that this was indeed a trap.  Queen Amidala seemed to have a plan in mind to garner support and possibly an army from the neighboring Gungans.  Enlisting the help of the exuberant Jar Jar Binks your small force was to make their way to the underwater capitol Otoh Gunga.  Having found the city deserted Jar Jar surmised that the Gungan populace had probably sought refuge in their sacred temple. 

You made plainly clear that you didn’t like the idea of dragging a child into a warzone to Master Qui Gon.  Unfortunately, there really wasn’t anywhere safe to put Anakin till this blew over.  He was a spitfire though. Having reunited with his friend Padme he insisted that he could help her protect the Queen.  Not wanting to give away the surprise you kept your big mouth shut and smirking. 

It was during the negotiations with the Gungan leadership that Queen Padme Amidala finally dropped her façade.  You and the men knew of course, but you still had to give credit where it was due.  Padme had managed to avoid capture and assassination from this well played deception.  Not only was she resourceful, but humble and brave. 

She made an impassioned speech before Boss Nass and his council, stating that though the two did not always see eye to eye the two groups would always be united by the planet they called home.  Humbling herself before them, Queen Padme begged the Gungans help to save her people and their shared planet.  It was this act of faith that sealed the pact with the Gungans, even though it was likely that many of them would be killed in this little war. 

After the recon team returned from Theed and the last of the strategy had been completed you stepped away to clear your head.  Obi Wan was needed to help work with the pilots, but you needed to think away from the cacophony of preparation.  Taking a stroll into the woods a ways, you found a clearing.  Naboo was a beautiful, vibrant world so teeming with life.  You sat meditating for a long while, til small footsteps approached you.  “Miss Y/n?”

“Yes Anakin?”  you kept your eyes closed, not moving.

“Um … can I sit with you for a while?” His voice seemed tired for a youngling.  

Opening your eyes, you studied him.  It was clear that he was anxious, but about what was the question.  Patting the grass next to you, he took the offered spot.  Looking at how you sat he tried his best to imitate.  You had to straighten him out a little though.

“Here, chin up. Head tall, no slouching.  Master Windu always says that the better the posture the sharper the mind.  Just breathe and listen to what’s around you.”

“All I here are speeders and animals dragging things?”  Anakin's small face was scrunched in concentration.

Laughing a little, knowing that you were going directly against your own Master’s directive, you thought how best to put it.  “Try…filtering it?  Listen beyond to what’s going on in the woods.  Then hold onto that and just breathe, kind of let go of everything?”

Obi Wan had finally apologized to Master Qui Gon about his attitude of late towards the boy.  You had caught him earlier doing a slight of hand trick causing Anakin to laugh.  Once he had gotten past his initial dislike and territorialism Obi Wan had actually found that Anakin wasn’t so bad as he thought.  The boy couldn’t help that he had gotten attached to Qui Gon, or that the Master had become fond of the boy as well.  Anakin was a sweet kid and very easy to like.    

“Now feel for something warm like…a blanket on a cold night.”  Looking at Anakin’s face again you could see the calm settle over it.  “Good job buddy.  Why don’t you keep practicing, I’ll send Master Qui Gon over, Huh?”

Peeking one eye open, he smiled, “Ok!  Thank you, Miss Y/N!”

“You can just call me Y/N, Ok Ani-Man?”  The boy smiled brightly and you set off to find the Master in question.  As it would happen he wasn’t too far off.

                Qui Gon Jinn had been a Jedi Master and instructor for many cycles and had the opportunity to watch others as they taught.  Some had patience, some were strict, and some were just naturally in tune with children.  His own apprentice he could see one day being a wise and patient master.  You he saw as more of a guide, working with students and letting them lead, but also letting them learn from failure.  Both you and Obi Wan complimented each other in those respects. 

Qui Gon did worry about the bond that the two young Jedi had with each other.  Not for a second did he believe that either of you wouldn’t uphold the spirit of your vows as Jedi or let it interfere with your duties.  No, his concern was that one of you may be lost one day, and that the other would face what he had.  Together though you and Obi Wan were perfectly paired.  He never told Obi Wan that he knew about the relationship, giving that small piece of privacy.  He suspected that Mace was unaware, or the two of you would have been separated immediately.  Stepping out of the shadows he called out.  “Y/n, have you seen Anakin?”

“Oh Master Qui Gon!  Yeah, he’s meditating over by the pond.  Did you need something?”  You were not expecting him to pop out of the blue, normally being able to sense those around you far sooner.

“Actually, I hoping for a word with you.  I’m sorry that you got pulled into all this.”  Qui Gon looked sadly at you.  There were days that your youth was dimmed and the toll of life was evident within your eyes.  Today he could well see the map of every battle in your past and felt the apprehension within you, it well matched his own. 

“I feel that it’s less anything you did and more Master Windu testing me yet again.” Your eyes rolled, but there was no spite in the statement. Disagree though you often did, you cared deeply for your Master.

“Just the same.  I did want to ask, do you believe this to be a foolish venture?” Qui Gon folded his arms leaning against the nearest tree.

“Freeing a people from oppression and pain is never foolish.” You said with ease and confidence.  “I do however feel that going into occupied territory, in broad daylight, in large numbers… that might be a little foolhardy.”

Qui Gon chuckled a little under his breath.  “Well, I can’t argue that wisdom.  Unfortunately, time is not on our side this time my young friend.”

“Is it ever?” You sighed gazing out as if to see a portent of the events to come. 

“No, I suppose it’s not.”  Smiling he turned towards Anakin, who by now was fast asleep having meditated too deeply.  The boy’s future was in the air as much as any of theirs.  While Qui Gon knew that Obi Wan was now more amicable towards Anakin, you had developed a small friendship with him as well.  “Y/n?”

“Yes Master Qui Gon?” you quirked your brow up, turning to face the older Jedi better.

  There was an odd tone in his voice, one you weren’t used too.  Cocking your head to the side you looked at Master Qui Gon, really studying him.  He seemed far too tired; stressed from the mission and the Council’s decision regarding Anakin’s training.  In a way he appeared to have aged rapidly in the last few days.

“I need you to promise me something.”  He saw you nod in acknowledgement, though he also saw the suspicious look in your eyes.  Smiling a bit to himself he thought about what Melri would have thought of all this, knowing that this was similar in action to the path she had put he and Mace on years ago.  “Keep an eye on them for me.”

“Two, if I can.”  You winked at him.  Your face grew serious then. "Is everything alright Master?”

                He tried to relax his expression, smiling confidently at you despite his own wariness.  He knew that you too sensed something was amiss.  “Everything will be fine.  I think Obi Wan was looking for you though.”

Again, you had kept your expression a schooled neutral, though Qui Gon noticed a very small blip in your signature.  He often wondered if maybe he noticed these small nuances because he had spent so much time with you and perhaps Mace hadn’t?  Taking a few steps forward he gave you a genuine smile and your shoulder a gentle nudge in the direction he knew you wanted to follow.    Perhaps you and Obi Wan would avoid the pain of loss.

               

The two small assault forces infiltrated the capitol of Theed with little trouble.  While the second group, led by Captain Panaka, distracted the plaza guards the other went for the main hanger.  That’s where all farking hell broke loose between a platoon of droids raining blaster fire down on you and trying to get the pilots to their ships and away.  As the fight intensified you had seen Anakin duck into one of the fighters.  As the joint assault force finally took out the last of the droids, the hanger seemed secure for the moment.

“Your Highness are you alright.” You asked the young woman from across the bay.

“Yes, thank you.  My guess is that the Viceroy is in the throne room.”  She straightened an errand hair, checking her blaster.

“I agree,” Master Qui Gon was already scanning the bay for anything out of place.  Seeing Anakin trying to get out of the fighter eager to rejoin you all he raised a hand.  “No Ani, you stay there, stay right where you are.”

“But I…” Anakin was cut short.

“Stay in that cockpit.”  Qui Gon’s voice was firm, it was the end of the discussion.

“Don’t worry Ani-Man, we’ll be back in no time.  But keep your head low, Ok?” You shouted to the young man before making your way to the end of the bay, giving him a small smile.  He’d be ok, you hoped.  If nothing else the ship provided ample cover and concealment.

Your lightsaber was tucked into your boot, out of sight but within reach.  You had opted instead to use a blaster like the others so as to not look out of place.  Suddenly you felt something, something cold.  It was as if you had been dropped in a vat of liquid nitrogen, the hairs on your neck stood straight up.  Grabbing young Padme, you pulled her back… from what you weren’t sure.  She looked at you startled, “Y/n what are you…”

The bay doors opened revealing not a man, but a monster of legend.  The dark figure dropped his cloak, revealing a head of black and red markings crowned by jaundiced horns.  The eyes of the creature though, they glowed yellow like the fires from the depths of Perdition.  Like many others as a youngling you’d heard the stories of the Sith, had a few nightmares about them too.  But none of that compared to the sight in front of you.  Stepping between Padme and this creature your first instinct was to grab for your blade.

“We’ll handle this,” Master Qui Gon and Obi Wan had already moved to engage.  Nodding to them you understood that your job was now to stay with the Queen and end the fighting on the planet.  Giving both of them a glance you sent them a final wish.  “May the Force be with you.”

Padme had already switched gears, “We’ll take the long way.”

                Heading through the maze of hallways and up a grand staircase the group was soon overtaken by a squad of battle droids.  Split down the middle of the hall you were all taking heavy fire.  Looking around there wasn’t any real cover, just exposed tall windows.  You looked to the Captain, “Any way we can bypass those stairs?”

Panaka nodded his head then blasted the window closest. “One.”   

A six-flight ascent by grappling, and yet another blasted window later you were within reach of the objective.  However, a detachment of destroyer droids and the Viceroy had other plans.  After being captured you were brought before Viceroy Nute Gunray and his second in command Rune Haako in the throne room.  Haako sneered at the Queen, raising a hand to strike her.  Knowing there was no time to block the blow properly you moved between the two, taking the hit instead.  It was made with enough force that you were knocked back onto the floor. 

Haako laughed, smiling at his own cruelty, “You should teach your handmaid some restraint.”

“Rune there will be time for that later.  Your little insurrection is at an end your Highness.  Time for you to sign the treaty and end this pointless debate in the Senate.”  Gunray was pacing on the opposite side of the ring of chairs.  Haako was still towering over both you and Padme.

“Maybe we shouldn’t kill them after all.  Both would bring a fair price on the slave markets.”  He ran a lascivious finger down the young Queen’s arm.  To Padme’s credit if looks could kill, Haako would have been an ashen pile on the floor.    

The Nemoidian was already counting his credits, judging by the look he was giving all of you.  Captain Panaka had helped you back to your feet, offering you a sleeve to wipe the blood from your lip.  The droids had taken all the blasters but had failed to find your saber.  Placing yourself again between the Queen and harm, you swatted away Haako’s hand.  He raised his arm once more to strike you, but was interrupted by a commotion in the hall.    

“VICEROY!!!” 

Gunray and Haako looked down the hallway shocked at seeing what appeared to be the Queen in her full garb, armed guards in tow.

“YOUR REIGN OF TERROR IS AT AN END!”  Sabe blasted a few of the droids for effect. Her group then dashed down an opposite hall.

Viceroy Gunray wasn’t silent for long, gesturing wildly. “AFTER HER!  This one’s a decoy!”

As some of the droids marched out Padme used the distraction to perfection.  Retrieving a set of small blasters hidden in her throne, she tossed one to the good captain.  Running forward you went into a slide under the remaining droids as they tried to blast you.  Rising with your blade in hand you sliced through the clattering machines.  You turned again, pressing the control panel on the wall bringing down the doors, effectively locking everyone in.  The Nemoidians were stunned, but weren’t about to surrender yet.  Padme turned to the two jaw set, “And now Viceroy, we will discuss a new treaty.  This is the end of your occupation here.”

Gunray scoffed haughtily, “Don’t be absurd.  There are too few of you, even with a Jedi.  It won’t be long before hundreds of destroyer droids break into this room and rescue us.”

At that moment you doubled over in agony, the feeling one you had only experienced once before.  It wasn’t an injury to you, but as if someone dear to you had been.  It was soon followed by another wave of both sorrow and anger.  The Force itself was rippling from the shockwaves.  You recovered as quickly as you could, knowing that the enemy would look for any opening to make an escape attempt.  Re leveling your saber at the Viceroy and his man you glared and stood your ground. 

Haako sneered, “Our Lord's plaything has finished your friends, and soon he will finish you all.”

Maker but what if he were right?  What if Master Qui Gon & Obi Wan were gone?  No, you had to focus.  The first priority had to be the mission and the people in the room.  You lowered your blade infinitesimally, narrowing your eyes.  Haako was far too over confident for the situation he was in.  Even Viceroy Gunray had begun to sweat a little.  So what was the other Nemoidian playing at?

You stared down, or up as the case was, the Trade Federation Skughole. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

     Captain Panaka must have had a suspicion of his own, slowly coming to stand nearly in front of the Queen on her throne.  The moment happened so fast though, thinking back on it.  You saw Haako pull a knife from below his robes and leapt towards Padme.  Panaka kicked him, sending Haako back but not disarming him.  Sprinting the second the initial threat had appeared you moved again to face the Nemoidian.  His red eyes boring into yours with abject hate.  “I’m not waiting for Maul to come.  I’ll finish you both myself for the trouble you’ve caused!”

                Raising his arm he swung the knife to land a blow that would end you.  Master Windu often said that it was never about rising to the occasion, but falling back to the level of your training.  Simply put you didn’t think about the actions as you took them.  Spinning quickly into Haako to close the distance you grabbed the arm with the knife.  Twisting and with a great pull you flipped him forward. But as the Nemoidian fell his cloak twisted around, causing him to fall at an awkward angle.  This pulled you forward to roll with him. as you both landed Haako slashed your arm and kicked the saber across the room.  

Haako had regained the upper hand, kneeling over you.  He simultaneously kept a stranglehold on your throat and with his other hand was trying to jam the blade into your chest.  It was enough of a struggle that you were barely preventing the blade from doing more than superficial damage.  Padme raised her weapon to fire but Captain Panaka stayed her hand, “No! you might hit the girl.” 

You were struggling against his superior physical strength and loosing air rapidly.  Closing your eyes you focused on using the Force bringing one of the throne room chairs flying across the floor.  Like a bug in front of a speeder the chair careened into Haako, and then into the marble wall.  Both landed with a deafening thud.  Padme kept her blaster leveled at Gunray, “Don’t even think about it.”

Sitting up you coughed, throat finally able to pull in air once more.  Something was wrong though, you could sense it.  Moving cautiously to where your opponent had fallen you looked down in horror.  The knife that had almost ended you was now embedded into Rune Haakos chest.  He must have died on impact, near instantaneous.  Not even the sacred crystals in the Halls of Healing could have brought him back.  Bile rose in your throat, stumbling back you wretched your guts upon the floor. 

Your mind reeled,  “What have I done?”  

“What you had to do.”  Captain Panaka had come to stand behind you.  He pulled you up by your arm and handed your lightsaber back to you.  “It was him or you.  Make no mistake he wouldn’t have regretted killing any of us.”

Your mind became a torrent, not wanting to accept that your hands were now stained with this Nemoidian's blood.  What kind of Healer…what kind of Jedi were you?  The logical part of yourself knew that the Captain was right of course.  That is had you not acted then you and or Padme would be dead.  Staring at the body one last time you asked Panaka to ensure that Haako’s family be given the body for burial. He may have been a fallen enemy, but you could at least ensure that courtesy.  There were no tears to shed, only the feeling of hollowness and cold.   

The word came down that the control station destroyed and the war over.  The reports from the field were still counting the Gungan injured and dead, casualties mercifully still less than initially expected.  After securing the Viceroy and his remaining staff you went in search of your friends.  Tracing your way back to the hangar you found Anakin who, as asked hadn’t left the cockpit of the spacecraft.  He had however flown said craft straight into the dogfight above and been the one to blow up the control ship.  You had crushed the boy to you upon finding him, relieved at his safety.  That was one accounted for at least.

Placing him in the care of the other pilots you continued your search.  The power station below the capitol was deep and winding.  You had to reach with the Force to find an exact location, focusing with all that you had left.  The signatures weren’t distinct initially and one faded as you were making the descent, snuffed out of the world like a flame in the wind.  When you came at last to the pit, you were both relieved and saddened. 

Obi Wan cried out like a wounded animal, cradling the body of his fallen Master.  There was no sign of the Sith.  Making your way to them you had to fight the bile rising in your stomach again.  Slowly you knelt next to Obi Wan, not wanting to jolt or startle him.  You tried to reach your signature to his,  whispering to him, moving cautiously. “Obi?”

He didn’t hear you, so again you called to him, placing a gentle hand to his arm.  “Obi Wan, are you hurt?  Is that thing still here?”

Tear-stained eyes looked at you, so lost and in pain that it tore your heart to absolute shreads.  His signature finally flickered against yours, wrapping tightly.  “Y/n?”

 “I’m here, I’m Here.” You voice cracked.    

Your hand moved to rest on his cheek turning him to look at you, thumb swiping away the tears.  Looking down at Master Qui Gon you could see the evidence of what had befallen him.  The tears you were holding back threatened to break loose and join Obi Wans.  Master Qui Gon had to have felt something within the Force, that was the only explanation you had for all of his odd behavior leading up to this.  Falling back to your training once more, you reached out to see if Obi Wan was indeed uninjured.  His gaze was far away, tolerating your examination with little acknowledgement.  His gaze passed from Qui Gon to the Pit, then finally back to you.  “I killed him.”

Your hands paused their work, looking into his bleak eyes.  “Who did you kill Obi Wan?”

“That thing, I killed him.”  His voice cracked. 

Obi Wan finally blinked, coming back to himself.   It was as if he was finally seeing you; that until then you had only been a part of the ether.  Obi Wan glanced to your face, then to your neck.  The bruising was starting to form dark purple marks, the cut on your lip very apparent.   Anger rose within him again, threatening to set loose on whomever had done this to his woman.  Raising his hands he turned your chin, seeing the full extent of what had happened.  Then he noticed the cuts on your chest where your dress had been blood soaked from the struggle with the knife.  Rage crossed his features, no longer only from the loss of his Master and mentor. 

"Who did this?" Obi Wan's voice took on a distinctive growl. "Who?!"

“Obi I’m alright.  I promise I’m alright.”  You had never seen him like this, it frightened you.  Reaching further you felt something terrible within his signature, trying to get out.  No, you wouldn’t lose him, not to the darkness... not like this! 

"I'll kill the bastards..."

“Obi Wan look at me…  Its over, it’s over!  Please, let it stay over.” Your pleas high pitched but soft spoken. Stroking his face you prayed to whichever higher being was present to aid you.   “Obi please…  Stay with me love? Please stay please....”

                Obi Wan saw the tears in your eyes finally fall, twin trails marking your battered face.  He felt your signature calling for his own to be calm, to find peace.  Was it not enough that his Master had been killed this day, was it not enough that he was now responsible for a young man’s future?  Was the Universe itself trying to beat him down, crushing him beneath its weight?!  But Obi Wan knew that he could not give into these feelings of fear, of anger, of despair.  No, he would not abandon the light, not abandon all that Master Qui Gon had taught him.  Most of all he would not abandon you.

You saw it, the minute that it was over for him.  When the light returned to his eyes and he pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead gently.  Obi Wan held you tightly, as if you too would disappear.  You clutched him just as tightly, crying like you hadn’t in years for the losses of this day, true wracking sobs.  The tension within you began to uncoil, you gazed into his clear blue eyes again. 

“I’m so sorry Obi Wan.  I’m so very sorry...”

“I know love,” pressing his forehead to yours, pressing a ghost of a kiss to your lips, “I know.”

The two of you brought the body of Qui Gon Jinn back to the hanger, from there the pilots took him to their chapel nearby.  A gesture of kindness and respect.  Anakin was with Padme, having insisted that he protect her until your return.  As he saw you and Obi Wan enter the room his young face fell in sorrow, Padme held him as his tears fell. 

Obi Wan wasn’t sure how to comfort Anakin, but he had made a promise to his Master and it would be done.  He moved to kneel in front of Anakin, Padme and her escorts let you three have the room, she informed you that both the new Chancellor and members of the Jedi Council would arrive soon. There was a river of unwept tears behind the Queens eyes, for her people and the Gungans and for the Jedi. In the years following Padme would observe the anniversary of the victory in the Naboo Temple, deep in prayer for the souls of who gave all their tomorrows for the peace of today.  

Using the sleeve of his robes Obi Wan tried wiping the tears away, giving a sad smile.  At first he though what would Qui Gon do, but there was still too much pain there for an answer.  So, Obi Wan looked at you, now kneeling next to him and thought what would Y/n do?  That answer came more readily, he pulled both of you to him in a hug.  It was brief but it seemed to help you all, a little balm on such a large wound. 

“It’s alright to feel sad Anakin, we miss him too.”  Your own eyes threatened to cloud over again.

“Why…Why did he have to die?”  Anakin’s eyes held just a touch of anger behind them. 

Obi Wan swallowed thickly, “Qui Gon was a protector of the light, at times that means making a great sacrifice so others may carry on.”

 “I’m sorry mister Obi Wan, for your loss.  You don’t have to worry about me.”  Anakin stared at the floor, trying to figure out what he would do from there.  “Maybe… Maybe I could stay here instead?  Or one of the pilots could bring me back to my mom?” 

“Anakin, look at me.”  Obi Wan was firm but still used a soft tone with the boy, not wanting to upset him further.  “I promise we will talk with the Jedi Council, you need not worry.”

  “Ok.”  It was a soft, small reply.  The young man looked from Obi Wan to you.  “Do you promise?”

It was not an easy question to answer.  From experience you knew that it was never a good idea to make a promise that you may not be able to keep.  Once given your word was your bond, but it would seem that you were already bound to these two men.  Extending your hand Anakin took it.  “You have my word, Anakin Skywalker, we will see this done.”

#oooohhhh ma HEART #Qui Gon Nooooooo! #Why do I do this to myself?! #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x y/n #obi wan star wars #I've been at this for 12 hours now! :-P

[sistahscifi]

For the last day of Black History // Black Future Month, Sistah Scifi is highlighting Nubia: The Awakening.  Nubia is an Afrofuturist, YA science fiction novel by @clarenceahaynes and @omarepps that weaves in the themes of climate change, class division, and references West and Southern African cultural traditions. Clarence A. Haynes says, "Nubia is oriented towards Black Futures, offering a fantastic take on how our world could evolve, keeping in mind things like climate change and tech innovations." In this clip, the authors discuss the research that went into developing the world of the Nubian cultural enclave nestled in the New York borough of Manhattan in the year 2098.   Check out the full clip on our Instagram page @sistahscifi🔥. Get your copy of Nubia: The Awakening signed by Omar Epps at Sistah Scifi's @instagram, @facebook, @twitter, @tiktok, or @shopify shop. Please note orders including this title will ship March 15! Nubia will also be available at the Sistah Scifi Book Vending Machine at @MixedCoffeeShop and @BlackCoffeeNw starting Friday March 3rd. Audiobook available on @librofm.  Better yet, check Nubia out from your local #library!!! Author - @omarepps and @clarenceahaynes Publisher - @penguinrandomhouse @delacortepress This gorgeous picture of Nubia: The Awakening taken by and reposted from @just_keep_chasing_pages  . #bookstagram #booksofig #booksofinstagram #igbooks #instabooks #instareads #addictedtobooks #tbr #goodreads #yafantasy #yafiction  #ForTheCulture #WeGotUs #yafantasybooks #WestAfricanYAFantasy #SistahScifi #OmarEpps #clarencehaynes #sistahscifiwinedownwednesday #blackfantasy #yareads #yascifi #youngadultscifi #blackyareads #blackyascifi #blackreads #blackownedscifibookstore #sistahscifibookvendingmachine #NubiaTheAwakening (at Sistah Scifi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpOQ3xXJ0LU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[cleopatra222]

Exploring Egypt: A Journey Through Time and Wonder

The Great Pyramids of Giza: Standing as the last surviving wonders of the ancient world, the Great Pyramids of Giza are an iconic symbol of Egypt. Witnessing the colossal structures, including the Great Pyramid of Khufu, is an awe-inspiring experience. Visitors can explore the complex, marvel at the Sphinx, and delve into the mysteries surrounding their construction.

The Sphinx and the Pyramid Complex: Adjacent to the Great Pyramids, the enigmatic Sphinx guards the plateau with its inscrutable gaze. Carved from a single piece of limestone, this mythical creature has fascinated travelers for centuries. Exploring the surrounding pyramid complex offers insights into ancient Egyptian beliefs and rituals.

Luxor: Known as the world's greatest open-air museum, Travel Destinations in Egypt Luxor is a treasure trove of archaeological wonders. The East Bank boasts the majestic Karnak Temple, while the West Bank is home to the Valley of the Kings, where pharaohs were laid to rest in elaborately decorated tombs, including the famous tomb of Tutankhamun.

Nile River Cruises: Embarking on a Nile River cruise is a magical way to experience Egypt's timeless landscapes and historic sites. From the comfort of a luxurious vessel, travelers can glide along the lifeblood of Egypt, stopping to explore ancient temples, bustling markets, and picturesque villages along the way.

Aswan: Nestled along the banks of the Nile, Aswan exudes a tranquil charm that belies its rich history. Visitors can stroll along the Corniche, explore the colorful Nubian villages, and marvel at the engineering marvel that is the High Dam. A visit to the Philae Temple, dedicated to the goddess Isis, is a must-see.

The Temples of Abu Simbel: Guarding the southern border of ancient Egypt, Luxury Nile River Cruise in Egypt the Temples of Abu Simbel are a testament to the grandeur of Ramses II. Carved into the cliffs overlooking Lake Nasser, these colossal structures are adorned with intricate carvings and hieroglyphs, showcasing the pharaoh's power and devotion to the gods.

The White Desert: For those seeking adventure off the beaten path, the White Desert offers otherworldly landscapes of surreal beauty. The wind-sculpted rock formations create an ethereal landscape that seems straight out of a science fiction novel, making it a favorite among photographers and nature enthusiasts.

Cairo: Egypt's bustling capital is a vibrant metropolis where ancient history and modernity collide. From exploring the labyrinthine streets of Islamic Cairo to haggling for treasures in the Khan El Khalili bazaar, there's no shortage of experiences to be had. The Egyptian Museum is a treasure trove of artifacts, including the priceless treasures of Tutankhamun.

[kinganalytic]

Exploring Egypt: A Journey Through Time and Wonder

The Great Pyramids of Giza: Standing as the last surviving wonders of the ancient world, the Great Pyramids of Giza are an iconic symbol of Egypt. Witnessing the colossal structures, including the Great Pyramid of Khufu, is an awe-inspiring experience. Visitors can explore the complex, marvel at the Sphinx, and delve into the mysteries surrounding their construction.

The Sphinx and the Pyramid Complex: Adjacent to the Great Pyramids, the enigmatic Sphinx guards the plateau with its inscrutable gaze. Carved from a single piece of limestone, this mythical creature has fascinated travelers for centuries. Exploring the surrounding pyramid complex offers insights into ancient Egyptian beliefs and rituals.

Luxor: Known as the world's greatest open-air museum, Travel Destinations in Egypt Luxor is a treasure trove of archaeological wonders. The East Bank boasts the majestic Karnak Temple, while the West Bank is home to the Valley of the Kings, where pharaohs were laid to rest in elaborately decorated tombs, including the famous tomb of Tutankhamun.

Nile River Cruises: Embarking on a Nile River cruise is a magical way to experience Egypt's timeless landscapes and historic sites. From the comfort of a luxurious vessel, travelers can glide along the lifeblood of Egypt, stopping to explore ancient temples, bustling markets, and picturesque villages along the way.

Aswan: Nestled along the banks of the Nile, Aswan exudes a tranquil charm that belies its rich history. Visitors can stroll along the Corniche, explore the colorful Nubian villages, and marvel at the engineering marvel that is the High Dam. A visit to the Philae Temple, dedicated to the goddess Isis, is a must-see.

The Temples of Abu Simbel: Guarding the southern border of ancient Egypt, Luxury Nile River Cruise in Egypt the Temples of Abu Simbel are a testament to the grandeur of Ramses II. Carved into the cliffs overlooking Lake Nasser, these colossal structures are adorned with intricate carvings and hieroglyphs, showcasing the pharaoh's power and devotion to the gods.

The White Desert: For those seeking adventure off the beaten path, the White Desert offers otherworldly landscapes of surreal beauty. The wind-sculpted rock formations create an ethereal landscape that seems straight out of a science fiction novel, making it a favorite among photographers and nature enthusiasts.

Cairo: Egypt's bustling capital is a vibrant metropolis where ancient history and modernity collide. From exploring the labyrinthine streets of Islamic Cairo to haggling for treasures in the Khan El Khalili bazaar, there's no shortage of experiences to be had. The Egyptian Museum is a treasure trove of artifacts, including the priceless treasures of Tutankhamun.

[aclslibrarian]

NUBIA: THE RECKONING

UnCovered Review by Collette Jones, ACLS Egg Harbor City Branch

Omar Epps and Clarence A. Haynes' NUBIA: THE RECKONING picks up directly from the pulse-pounding cliffhanger of THE AWAKENING, thrusting Zuberi, Uzochi, and Lencho into a dystopian New York City where their newfound Nubian powers become the target of a ruthless government. While the sequel doubles down on action and world-building, it stumbles slightly in character development and narrative coherence. The world-building flourishes in this sequel. We delve deeper into the lost history and forgotten magic of Nubia, uncovering secrets that heighten the intrigue. The futuristic dystopia of Tri-State East feels fleshed out, showcasing both its oppressive nature and pockets of resistance. However, some readers might find the world-building elements occasionally overshadowing the character development.

The story explodes with conflicts. Uzochi, hailed as the "Nubian Catalyst," faces not only the power-hungry Sky King but also his own conflicted cousin, Lencho, now a pawn in the government's game. The introduction of an ancient, malevolent force adds another layer of danger, but its connection to the overall narrative feels somewhat forced. The characters grapple with internal conflicts and external pressures. Uzochi struggles with the weight of leadership and the burden of his abilities. Zuberi's loyalty is tested, and Lencho's descent into darkness is explored, albeit not always with the nuance it deserves. The supporting characters, particularly Sandra, offer complexity and depth, enriching the narrative tapestry.

Epps and Haynes deliver action-packed sequences that are sure to keep readers engaged. The final battle is epic in scope, showcasing the full potential of the Nubian powers. The action sequences are undoubtedly thrilling, showcasing the characters' evolving abilities in creative and cinematic ways. Zuberi's command over water and Uzochi's manipulation of energy are particularly well-explored, leading to some truly epic battles. However, the relentless pace leaves little room for character introspection, hindering their emotional growth. Lencho's descent into villainy feels rushed, and Zuberi remains somewhat stagnant, despite her pivotal role.

The world-building shines, expanding on the rich tapestry of Nubian history and culture. We delve deeper into the island's tragic fall and the struggles of its diaspora, adding weight to the characters' motivations. The depiction of a climate-ravaged New York is both bleak and hauntingly beautiful, creating a captivating backdrop for the unfolding drama. Epps and Haynes' writing is clear and engaging, but occasionally falls into exposition dumps, especially when introducing new characters or plot points. The dialogue, however, is sharp and witty, capturing the distinct personalities of the characters, particularly Lencho's humor.

Overall, NUBIA: THE RECKONING is a satisfying continuation, offering a thrilling escape into a world of extraordinary powers and high-stakes conflicts. However, its focus on action comes at the expense of deeper character exploration and a more cohesive narrative. If you enjoyed the fast-paced adventure of THE AWAKENING, this sequel will not disappoint. But for those seeking profound character development and a tightly woven plot, it might leave you wanting more. The novel tackles themes of power, identity, and the fight against oppression. It echoes real-world struggles for justice and equality, adding depth to the fantastical setting.

#read #atlantic county #aclsreads #atlanticcounty #aclsuncovered

[zooterchet]

Local Politics (Middlesex County)

If you support a criminal practice, you change the Black Dutch's name (O'Neil) to the Jewish name (MacNeal). We no longer respect your office, tested by the civilian, to see the office of origin (Neill).

If you support a conjoined marriage, and assume them to be both, or crossed, we recruit you as a civil rights advocate; a simpleton's attorney, the law (observed) as rule (criminal), therefore the breaking of rule is the information to police of own father's cause as opposed (with contract of asset indemnified).

If you support a police gendarme's cause that is international, an MI-6 is appointed, out of local blood, to seek the "Falmouth", the Jew that wasn't given the haze of the cocktail sauce, horseradish, and shrimp (either the clam spew, for a Jew, Goyim, or Nubian, or the Dioxin charge for the Black Irish, possible to be MI-6, the female ancestor's wager, with attached novel of British fame, by series).

If a priest, you are to signal trapped, by the Juwe's lovers, the approached of the Wiccans, the karateka elite, the lovers of Samhain (the confession of the priest Catholic, on Halloween, to the Redcoats). The signal, is taken, by the Noble, the Briton, to the chosen Jew, if given, to federal standard. This way, the bloodline of the damned, by revived, for the North.

If a terror attack has occurred, the event must be spoken and exalted, Garibaldi's logic, Redshirt, against Mussolini, Rhode Island, Blackshirt. That way, the practice that caused the terror attack, is shut down, by the Freemasons, the Diner's Association, the corrections firms; ICE, INS, British Psychiatric, and the Witches Union. This is opposed to the German Bund, the American Bund, the Hebrew Union, and the Hindu Temple. By act of Congress, the Congressional Budget Office (the CBO).

Serial killers, are to report to their childhood best friend, on their paternal grandfather's military service, as their mother's blood, in art pallette form (a dexter). If incarcerated, they have betrayed their art pallette, to the Masons, the Hammers; the Montreal Mob, those found "French", instead of British.\

If individual is found denying Royal Title (British Noble, Greek Promethean, Black Irish, Black Dutch), they are to be identified as a transvestite pedophile (a "spic"), and anyone refusing the broadcast, to be denounced by the farm share, their supporters denied food and baby supplies, forever, by township of farm management.

[listening-to-free-audiobooks]

The Snake, the Crocodile and the Dog by Elizabeth Peters (Amelia Peabody #7)

A brand-new Elizabeth Peters novel is one of the uncompromising pleasures in life. As Peter Theroux in the New York Times Book Review points out, "Her wonderfully witty voice and her penchant for history lessons of the Nile both ancient and modern keep [her] high adventure moving for even the highest brows." In her previous outing, The Last Camel Died at Noon, Amelia Peabody and her dashing husband, Emerson, discovered a fabulous lost oasis in the Nubian desert. Now, in the seventh mystery in the series, the Emerson-Peabodys are traveling up the Nile once again to encounter their most deadly adversary, the Master Criminal, who is back at his sinister best.

Amelia Peabody was unabashedly proud of her newest translation, a fragment of the ancient fairytale "The Doomed Prince." Later, she would wonder why no sense of foreboding struck her as she retold the story of the king's favorite son who had been warned that he would die from the snake, the crocodile, or the dog. Little did she realize, as she and her beloved husband sailed blissfully toward the pyramids of ancient Egypt, that those very beasts (and a cat as well) would be part of a deadly plot. The expedition began so happily....

Leaving their delightful, but catastrophically precocious, son, Ramses, back in England, Amelia hoped this romantic trip might rejuvenate her thirteen-year-old marriage and bring back the thrills that she feared were fading. She and her dear Emerson were returning to the remote desert site where they had first fallen in love, Amarna, the holy city of Akhenaton and his beautiful queen, Nefertiti. But their return would threaten not only their marriage, but their very lives with perils as chilling as a mummy's curse. An old enemy was determined to learn Amelia and Emerson's most closely guarded secret: the location of a legendary long-lost oasis and a race of people bedecked in gold. So cunning was his scheme that Amelia might overlook - until it was too late - the truth about the myst.

The Ape Who Guards the Balance by Elizabeth Peters (Amelia Peabody #10)

The Ape Who Guards the Balance begins in 1907 in England where Amelia is attending a suffragettes' rally outside the home of Mr. Geoffrey Romer of the House of Commons. It seems Romer is one of the few remaining private collectors of Egyptian antiquities, and a series of bizarre events at the protest soon embroil Amelia in grave personal danger. Suspecting that the Master Criminal, Sethos, is behind their problems, the Emerson Peabody's hasten to Egypt to continue their studies in the Valley of Kings where they soon acquire a papyrus of the Book of the Dead. As with past seasons, however, their archaeological expedition is interrupted. The murdered body of a woman is found in the Nile. Ramses, Radcliffe, and Amelia all have their theories as to the origin of the crime, but their own lives might soon be at stake if the cult of Thoth and their ancient book is, indeed, involved.

Falcon at the Portal by Elizabeth Peters (Amelia Peabody #11)

Amelia and family have arrived in Egypt for the 1911 archeological season -- after the marriage of young Ramses' best friend David to Amelia's niece Lia. But trouble finds them immediately when David is accused of selling ancient artifacts.

While Amelia and company try to clear his name and expose the real culprit, the body of an American is found at the bottom of their excavation shaft. As accusations of drug dealing and moral misconduct fly, a child of mysterious antecedents sparks a crisis that threatens to tear the family apart. Amelia brings her brilliant powers of deduction to bear, but someone is shooting bullets at her -- and coming awfully close!

#Youtube #Amelia Peabody Series #Author: Elizabeth Peters #Mystery #Detective

[hollymbryan]

Blog Tour + #Review: NUBIA: THE AWAKENING by Omar Epps and Clarence A. Haynes! #tbrbeyondtours

Welcome to Book-Keeping and my stop on the TBR and Beyond Tours blog tour for the YA novel from acclaimed actor Omar Epps and author Clarence A. Haynes, Nubia: The Awakening! I’ve got all the book and author details below, along with my review.

About the Book

title: Nubia: The Awakening authors: Omar Epps and Clarence A. Haynes publisher: Delacorte Press release date: 8 November 2022

From beloved actor and producer Omar Epps and writer Clarence A. Haynes comes the biggest epic fantasy of the year. A powerful saga of three teens, the children of refugees from a fallen African utopia, who must navigate their newfound powers in a climate-ravaged New York City. Perfect for fans of Black Panther and Children of Blood and Bone. For Zuberi, Uzochi, and Lencho, Nubia is a mystery. Before they were born, a massive storm destroyed their ancestral homeland, forcing their families to flee across the ocean to New York City. Nubia, a utopic island nation off the coast of West Africa, was no more, and their parents’ sorrow was too deep for them to share much of their history beyond the folklore. But New York, ravaged by climate change and class division, is far from a safe haven for refugees, and Nubians live as outcasts, struggling to survive in the constantly flooding lower half of Manhattan, while the rich thrive in the tech-driven sky city known as the Up High. To many, being Nubian means you’re fated for a life plagued by difficulties and disrespect. But Zuberi, Uzochi, and Lencho are beginning to feel there might be more. Something within them is changing, giving each of them extraordinary powers. Extraordinary and terrifying powers that seem to be tied to the secrets their parents have kept from them. And there are people Up High watching, eager to do anything they can to become even more powerful than they already are. Now Zuberi, Uzochi, and Lencho will be faced with the choice–do they use their inheritance to lift their people, or to leave them behind. The fate of their city, and their people, hangs in the balance. 

Content Warning: Violence, death, domestic abuse, brief mention of sexual assault

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About the Authors

Actor and producer Omar Epps was first introduced to audiences as Q in Ernest Dickerson’s cult classic Juice, opposite Tupac Shakur. He has gone on to star in the beloved romance Love & Basketball, as Dr. Eric Foreman in the massively popular TV show House, as Jeff Cole in In Too Deep, as Isaac Johnson in Shooter, as Darnell in This Is Us, and in many many more television shows and major motion pictures. His self-published memoir is From Fatherless to Fatherhood. Nubia: The Awakening is his first novel.

Connect with Omar: Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | IMDB

Clarence A. Haynes has worked as an editor for a variety of publishers that include Penguin Random House and Amazon Publishing as well as Legacy Lit, an imprint of Hachette Book Group. He has edited top-selling fiction titles like The Hundredth Queen, Scarlet Odyssey, Legacy of Lies, These Toxic Things, and The Washington Post and Amazon Charts bestseller The Vine Witch, along with its two sequels. He is also the author of the nonfiction work The Legacy of Jim Crow, published as part of Penguin Workshop’s True History series.

Connect with Clarence: Instagram | Goodreads | Facebook

My 3-Star Review

I’ve been so excited for Nubia: The Awakening since I first heard about it. I’m a huge fan of Omar Epps and was excited to see what he and Clarence Haynes had come up with in this afro-futurist YA novel. While I enjoyed it, it was definitely a case of wanting to love it more than I actually did.

This novel deals with some important societal topics: racism, classism, climate change, oligarchy, and over-policing. It was interesting to see these dealt with in a near-future society. In a lot of ways, on the surface this book reminded me of Ballad & Dagger by Daniel Jose Older: near-future or alternate timeline NYC, refugees from an African or Afro-Caribbean island that no longer exists, parents who refuse to talk about where they came from, and teens discovering they have magical powers connected to that disappeared home. Unfortunately, in this book the pacing was off in a way I find hard to describe, and it’s still unclear exactly what these magical powers are. I liked the MCs, though, and the way the novel alternated between the three POVs of Zuberi, Lencho, and Uzochi. I’m hoping the second book will explain and expound on what the teens can and/or should do with their newly-found powers.

Rating: 3 stars

**Disclosure: I received an eARC of this book for purposes of this blog tour. This review is voluntary on my part and reflects my honest rating and review of the book.

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