Excerpt from The Bridge of Time The city lay shining under the hot rays of the February sun. Blue as a polished turquoise, the sky stretched above its gleaming palaces, gorgeous temples, and splendid avenues. It lay mirrored in the wide sweep of the Nile beyond the cool, deep shadows cast by the many boats moored along the busy quay, their painted sails sending reflections in long ribbons of brilliant colors quivering into the depths of the water. Not far from the river's edge, on the East bank, lay the beautiful temple gardens. Above the delicate gray-green of the tamarisk showers and the waving feathery tops of the date palms just coming into bloom, towered the massive Pylons of the Temple of Amen-Ra. On either side, silent, vast and unchanging, sat the image of the god, the great hands, with sculptured fingers straight and close-set, held stiffly on the knees, the wide, stone eyes gazing into that impenetrable future whose secrets the gods alone may know. Before them, two obelisks reared their tall heads skyward, catching on their summits the golden light of the great Ra, whose rays they symbolized. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.