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KhAnubis (with a K) Book One: Egypt

Written By Tracy Lee Thompson

KhAnubis—fourth-cousin to Anubis (they think)—is not your typical god-in-training. His magic is unpredictable, his ears are too big, and his robes are usually on fire. But when he's unexpectedly chosen by Ra, Bastet, and Thoth to carry the “next spark” into the modern world, everything changes.

Assigned to21st-century Earth under deep (and slightly glitchy) disguise as a museum janitor named Alexander, KhAnubis quickly discovers that the magic humanity once knew isn’t gone—it’s just hiding in the corners, waiting to be noticed.

With a mop that doubles as a divine antenna, a cosmic navigation pyramid named Wedge, and a sentient plush camel called Toast, KhAnubis stumbles into a forgotten hallway beneath the Cairo Museum. There, he meets Ameen, a sideways-seeing Earth kid with a granola bar, excellent instincts, and a destiny no one saw coming.

Together, they uncover lost stories, unlock ancient glyphs, and accidentally trigger a hidden archive that’s been waiting centuries for someone just weird enough to wake it up.

But something else has noticed too.

Chaos is stirring beneath the city. The museum remembers. And a new myth is beginning to write itself—one mopped tile at a time.

Funny, heartfelt, and vibrantly chaotic, this is a story about remembering the magic, honoring the weird, and trusting that the most unlikely heroes might be the ones who make the biggest mess... and the biggest difference.

Echoes of My Imagination is a story sanctuary for all ages—each tale original, each word intentional. Some stories soothe. Some stir.

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The Quiet Powers:

The Spell Between their Hands:

The Silence Beneath the Stair:

The Flame she Found Within:

The Mirror at Wintermere:

The Inkbone Scribe:

The Spirit Walker of Veilwood:

Exile of the Flame Bound:

The Ember Caller:

The Stone Vaultkeeper:

The Sky Reader of Muriel Voss

The Sand Eaters song:

The Seed Keepers Vow:

The Firelit Witness:

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No one saw the power in her at first. She was too quiet, too kind, too invisible. But some flames don't roar, they rise in silence.

She had always felt the edges of things.

Echoes of My Imagination is a story sanctuary for all ages—each tale original, each word intentional. Some stories soothe. Some stir.

All invite you inward.

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The Andes were her cradle.

Echoes of My Imagination is a story sanctuary for all ages—each tale original, each word intentional. Some stories soothe. Some stir.

All invite you inward.

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Before ink was sacred, before parchment bore the weight of spell or scripture, there were those who carried knowledge in blood. Isolde was one.

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Aravelle was born in a quiet hamlet where music held more memory than ink, Where songs were passed mouth to mouth like sacred wine, and every child's first lullaby was an inheritance.

Echoes of My Imagination is a story sanctuary for all ages—each tale original, each word intentional. Some stories soothe. Some stir.

All invite you inward.

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Crafted by Tracy Lee Thompson