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SECRETS OF THE SANDS
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Alisha Sevigny
THE DESERT PRINCE SECRETS OF THE SANDS Alisha Sevigny In this action-packed story of Ancient Egypt, Sesha and her friends must decide where their future lies. Publication: Canada Sept. 19, 2020 | U.S. Oct. 13, 2020 FORMAT 5 in (W) 8 in (H) 376 pages
Paperback 9781459744325 Can $12.99 US $8.99 £ 8.99
EPUB 9781459744349 Can $8.99 US $8.99 £ 5.99
PDF 9781459744332 Can $12.99 US $8.99 £ 8.99
KEY SELLING POINTS The second book in a middle-grade adventure series set in Ancient Egypt During Ancient Egypt’s Second Intermediate Period, Sesha, a young physician
in training, her brother, Ky, and her fellow scribe Paser strive to save Egypt and outwit the power-hungry Queen Anat Strong female character holds valuable medical knowledge and becomes a scribe Fascinating historical detail of Ancient Egyptian palace life and medical knowhow interlaces with fast-paced adventure Set during the Second Intermediate Period, one of the most obscure periods of Ancient Egyptian history and during which the country fell into disarray, an era not commonly depicted in fiction
BISAC JUV001000 – JUVENILE FICTION / Action & Adventure / General JUV016020 – JUVENILE FICTION / Historical / Ancient Civilizations
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Alisha Sevigny is the author of the acclaimed young adult novels Summer Constellations and Kissing Frogs. Secrets of the Sands is her debut middle grade adventure series set in Ancient Egypt. She lives in Toronto.
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ABOUT THE BOOK Forced to abandon her brother and the priceless scroll that saved his life, Sesha, joined by Paser and Reb, flee Thebes, venturing up the Nile and into deshart, the red lands. They are in search of a hidden oasis and Princes Merat, who was given to a Hyksos chieftain against her will. Led by a freed spy, the friends battle endless dunes, unrelenting heat and blinding sandstorms before straggling into the Hyksos camp, where the rebels prepare for combat. As they spend time with the tribe, the lines in the sand blur and Sesha wonders if there’s anything she can do to prevent war. When she takes on a secret mission and learns of a prophecy that could change the course of history, Sesha and the others must decide where their loyalties — and futures — lie.
RIGHTS World, All Languages
AGES 9-12
IN THE SAME SERIES Lost Scroll of the Physician Secret of the Sands #1 224 pages | 9781459744325 Can $12.99, US $8.99, £ 8.99
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ORTH?” REB ECHOES. Th e scribe looks like he’s just tumbled off the back of a donkey. “You wish us to go north after Princess Merat?” “Yes,” I say. My heart and mind are still racing from our confrontation with the Queen of Egypt. “If we hur ry, we may catch up to the Hyksos chieftain and his men. Did you not hear Queen Anat? The princess was given to him just before the queen herself arrived here.” “You mean when she arrived here to kill us,” Reb points out. “Why should we trust anything the queen says? She came to take the scroll and send us to the underworld.” He gestures at the mastaba that houses my parents’ bodies, that would have held our bod ies if not for the intervention of young Prince Tutan and Ahmes.
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“It is a good thing she only accomplished the first task,” Paser says cheerily, still holding the surgical blade Ahmes gave him. By the gods’ good graces, the physician’s knife and the prince’s royal command were enough to stop Crooked Nose from entombing us alive. Ahmes and Prince Tutan are now on their way back to the palace to check on my brother, Ky, who is still recovering from the risky surgery Ahmes performed only hours ago. Crooked Nose, Queen Anat’s favourite solider, is with them. He will have the unpleasant task of inform ing Her Highness that her plan to leave us dead has been thwarted. By her only son and heir to the throne, no less. As the cruel soldier is responsible for the fire that killed my parents, I do not feel all that sorry for him. “If we are to catch up to the Hyksos chieftain and rescue the princess, we must get moving.” Paser glan ces up at the sky. “Say we do catch up to them,” Reb says, crossing his arms. “What are we supposed to do? Walk up to the chieftain and say, ‘Greetings, we would like the princess back’?” “Maybe we can convince the Hyksos tribe to let us join them,” I say, though my stomach lurches at the outrageous thought. “Healers are always needed.” Reb snorts. “You really think our rivals will wel come three young physicians into their midst?” 2
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“Why not?” I speak with more confidence than I feel. “Our skills will be of use to them, especially if there is a battle coming.” “And if they do not welcome us among them?” Reb asks. “What then?” “We grab the princess and run,” I say grimly. “Run where?” Reb throws his hands up in exasper ation. “We cannot come back to Thebes.” “We can go to their port city of Avaris,” Paser in terjects. “That is likely where they are taking Merat anyway.” “You wish us to go to the Hyksos capital?” Reb is aghast. “Into the very heart of their territory?” “I have family there,” Paser says. We look at him in shock and a shadow crosses his face. “I’m not sure whether we will be welcome, but they are my blood, and it is our best chance.” A flicker of hope ignites in my chest. “Do you think they might help us?” “There is no guarantee,” Paser says. “But from what I know, the port city is vast, with many people from distant shores. If the gods are willing and we find Merat and free her, we might be able to disap pear into the crowds.” He hesitates. “Or board a ship for another land.” My stomach falls even further at the thought of crossing the seas to unknown worlds. 3
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“The chieftain and his men will probably kill us before that happens,” Reb says, ever optimistic. “Especially if they hear we are there to steal away his future wife.” “A possibility,” I admit. “But our deaths are cer tain if we stay in Thebes. Queen Anat will see to that.” “We will not last a moment out there, away from our home.” Reb motions at the world beyond the city borders. “We are scribes, not nomads. How can we make our way north to the Hyksos unaided? We will be swooped up by the queen’s men, faster than the fal con seizes its prey.” “You forget something, my friend,” Paser inter rupts again, and I look at him, grateful for his support. I am not sure I would be so bold in my plans were it not for his calm strength at my side. “There is some one who can take us there.” Reb pales in the moonlight. “You cannot mean —” “The Hyksos spy,” I breathe. “The one they caught in the marketplace. Paser, you are brilliant! He can show us the way.” “What makes you think he will help us?” Reb scoffs. “Besides, even if we could free him from the Place of Confinement — which we cannot — it would only have Pharaoh’s men joining the queen’s in hunting us like rats for betraying both him and the kingdom.” 4
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“It is our only choice.” I look back at the mastaba, then at my friends. “We do not have much time. We should gather up anything that might assist us on our journey.” “Did you take some of the blue lotus flower you gave your brother this evening?” Reb, assessing that I am quite serious, seems truly alarmed. “In addition to this terrible plan, which will likely see us all killed —” he looks at Paser, who shrugs, then back at me “— you wish us to free an enemy spy right after we rob the tombs of our ancestors? Of your very parents, Sesha?” “While our ancestors may have need of these ob jects in the afterlife, we need them now, in this life,” I insist. “My parents will not begrudge us borrowing a few items.” “We will be cursed,” Reb protests. “We already are,” I say, tart as unripe berries. “I have lost my parents and my home, and now I must leave my brother behind. The gods can take nothing more from me. I do not ask you to join us, but if we are to have any chance of escaping, we must be on our way.”
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