"Forty-two," Pharaoh said as he banged a bejeweled fist on his throne. Rai looked at the king, not understanding what he meant. "Forty-two what, o wise Pharaoh?" "Forty-two magicians and sorcerers! The very best in the whole of Egypt. Do you know what I did to them?" Rai swallowed but remained mute. "Answer me!" Pharaoh roared as he half rose from his throne. "I do not know, my king. I have been absent for the past six months." "Well, since you were not around, allow me to fill you in." He relaxed into his throne and fixed Rai with a heated gaze. "I hung them all." He paused as if waiting for his horrifying words to sink in. "Every single one of them. I also included their families, and even their little ones weren't spared. Do you understand what's at stake if you fail?" Rai nodded. She was unable to find her voice. "Good. Now that we understand each other, let me tell you Moses' latest threat." ~~ What if the gods of Egypt existed, forty feet vicious beings fighting for dominance and obsessing over power? What if a son of Pharaoh escaped the tenth plague, choosing to take refuge in the midst of the slaves tormented and oppressed by his father? It was 1446 B.C.; the year of Israel's exit, standoff among gods, and the rise of Egyptian queens.