Rameses had promised his favourite concubines that he wouldn’t bury them alive upon his demise, but apparently that had been a catacomb-sized lie.
‘Well that’s just great,’ wailed Hehet over his mummified corpse. ‘What now?’
Ngozi began to angrily carve at the stone walls. ‘Now we make shit up and screw with future historians.’
Written for: Twittering Tales
Martin Cororan 