Theodosia and the Last Pharaoh: Sneak Preview

Ta da! Just in time for the holidays, I give you a sneak preview of the next Theo book, THEODOSIA AND THE LAST PHARAOH. You have all been so patient, waiting for this. Thank you! (The book itself will be out in April, 2011.)

November 1907

Chapter One: The Wretched Reticule

Even with the windows closed, the sand still managed to creep into the railway car and find its way into the most inconvenient places. I shifted uncomfortably on the seat, blew the dust off the pages of my journal, and focused on the list I was composing. Seeing things laid out in black and white often helps me think better.

Things To Do In Egypt

1. Avoid the nefarious Serpents of Chaos, a secret organization determined to obtain any and all cursed artifacts and use them for their own ill gain.

2. Locate Major Harriman Grindle, my contact at the Luxor branch of the Brotherhood of the Chosen Keepers, the honorable group of men dedicated to stopping the Serpents of Chaos.

3. Help Mother find the Temple of Thutmose III. While my research had indicated there might be such a temple, I had overstated the case in order to convince Mother to return to Egypt so I could—

4. Return two powerful artifacts, the Orb of Ra and the Emerald Tablet to the wedjadeen, a shadowy organization than not even the Brotherhood of Chosen Keepers had heard of. According to the Egyptian magician Awi Bubu, they are charged by the Egyptian gods to guard and protect the same ancient, powerful artifacts as the Brotherhood of the Chosen Keepers are.

5. Convince the wedjadeen that I should not be punished for having their powerful artifacts in my possession.

6. Also convince them that since my friend Awi Bubu had sent me to return these powerful artifacts to them, he should be forgiven for his past mistakes that had caused him to be expelled from their ranks.

7. Learn the circumstances of my birth. Awi Bubu seemed to think my peculiar talents of being able to detect ancient magic and curses had been given to me for a reason.

I studied the list. It didn’t look quite long enough, frankly. A mere seven things shouldn’t feel as if the weight of the known world were resting on my shoulders, should it?

A low, unhappy warble emerged from the basket on the seat next to me. I glanced anxiously at Mother, who raised a warning eyebrow. Oh, yes.

8. Keep Isis out from under Mother’s feet at all times.

I slipped my pencil in my pocket, then put my fingers through one of the slats in the basket to reassure her that I was still there. When I felt the feather light touch of her soft, warm nose, I inched my fingers around to scratch behind her ears. That seemed to appease her somewhat. She didn’t quite purr, but she almost purred, and that was victory enough for me.

Mother had been furious when she’d learned I’d snuck Isis along on the trip.  Luckily, we’d been far out to sea and it was too late to turn back. I know it was wrong of me to smuggle her along, and not only because it annoyed Mother (although I do try to avoid needlessly annoying my parents whenever possible. There are enough times when I simply have no choice.) The reason it was wrong had more to do with Isis herself. She wasn’t fond of cooped up spaces, nor was she fond of long journeys on the ocean. I knew she would be miserable until we arrived in Egypt. But I also knew I would be even more miserable without her company for months and months. Besides, she had some . . . power, some special quality that had a strange effect on some people that might come in handy on this trip.

If I was going to be thousands of miles from everyone I knew and needed to tackle dangerous duties on my own, then it seemed to me I ought to have at least one ally I could count on. Honestly! Mother was lucky I hadn’t tried to smuggle Sticky Will along on the trip.  Although, it was difficult enough smuggling a cat—smuggling a twelve-year-old street urchin with a talent for picking pockets would have been impossible.

With an ear-splitting screech of metal and a final, sickly chug, the train pulled into the Cairo station.  I had to brace my feet to keep from pitching onto the floor and I flung my arm out to keep Isis and her basket from tumbling off the seat. Across from me, Mother rocked backwards as the train braked, then pitched forward, her head nearly landing in my lap.

She quickly sat back up and adjusted her hat. “We’re here!” she said cheerfully.

“We’re here,” I agreed, carefully setting the basket to rights.

“Collect your things, dear. We’ll be de-boarding in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Mother.” I took my hand from Isis’s basket, annoyed to find that the silken cords to my reticule had gotten wrapped around my wrist again. I must say, fashion is a mystery to me. How on earth can ladies stroll around with a beastly reticule wrapped around their wrists? The cords get twisted and tangled, then grow so tight it feels as if it has cut off all the circulation to one’s hand. Not only that, but the horrid thing bumps and thumps against one’s leg with every step. Sighing with annoyance, I jerked at the silken cords, trying to get the blood flowing back into my hand.

“What are you doing?” Mother asked.

“Straightening this wretched thing out,” I muttered, watching the reticule spin round and round as I untwisted the cords.

“I thought you loved that little purse! If I remember correctly, you begged and begged for me to buy it for you.”

I bit back a sigh of frustration. Why do grownups always remember the things you wish they wouldn’t? “Well, that was before I knew what a lot of bother they’d be.” What I’d really wanted was a muff, but even in November, Egypt was too hot for one. It would have made a wonderful hiding place, though. One where I could have kept my hands safely wrapped around the—

“Here, give me that.” Mother reached for the purse.

“No!” I jerked it out of her reach. “I need to practice, don’t you think? I’ll be a grownup before you know it, and I’ll need to know how to carry a reticule properly. If I don’t learn now, when will I?”

Mother stared at me for a long moment, then shook her head. “Your grandmother is right. You are a peculiar child.”

Her words stung me to the quick. Peculiar? Peculiar!

Seeing the stricken look on my face, she gave me a smile she meant to be comforting. “Don’t worry, dear. We all go through peculiar stages, but we grow out of them.”

It did not make me feel one whit better that she was hoping—counting on the fact—that I would grow into someone different from who I was.

All the joy and promise of this trip evaporated.  One part of me longed to explain the true reason I acted so peculiar, but I didn’t think the true reasons would make her feel any better. In fact, she would most likely ship me off to a sanatorium if she knew that I spent most of my time removing black magic and ancient curses from rare and powerful artifacts in the Museum of Legends and Antiquities that my parents oversaw back in London. Or that I spent quite a lot of energy avoiding secret societies that would love to get their hands on those artifacts and use them for their own evil ends. No, I was fairly certain Mother wouldn’t consider that any less peculiar.

Completely unaware of the turmoil inside me, Mother stood and brushed off her skirts. “Get your things, dear.”

Another low-throated warble emerged from the basket on the bench next to me. “Isis doesn’t like being called a thing,” I pointed out.

Mother stopped her grooming and speared me with one of her stern looks. “Since Isis was not invited on this trip, I do not particularly care what she likes and does not like. Do not try my patience, Theo. The travel and the delays have done that well enough. Now come along.”

Feeling that perhaps coming to Egypt with Mother was a very bad idea, I grabbed my traveling satchel in one hand, Isis’s basket in the other, and pushed to my feet.

“Your hat,” she reminded me, motioning to the pith helmet on the seat cushion. Bother. I set down my satchel, plunked the hat on my head, picked up the satchel again, then followed Mother out of our compartment and thump-bumped my way down the narrow, cramped aisle.

In the station, faint traces of heka and ancient magic hung in the air, mingling with the soot and steam from the train. I sneezed, then gingerly picked my way down the steps to the platform, the small weight in my reticule heavy against my leg. The Orb of Ra within it was a constant reminder of why I was here and the promise I made to an Awi Bubu when he was on his deathbed. (Or so I had believed at the time, otherwise I would never have made it.) However, while he hadn’t died from the injuries he’d sustained, he hadn’t recovered enough that he could travel to Egypt himself.

Thinking of the Serpents of Chaos made me uneasy. My shoulders twitched, itching for the safety of our hotel room. “Is Nabir meeting us?” I looked around the crowded station, hoping to spot the familiar face of Mother’s dragoman.

“Not this time,” she said. “He’s in Luxor putting together a team for the dig. We’ll find a porter and obtain transportation to the hotel ourselves.”

Easier said than done, I thought, trying to push through a knot of people milling about the station. In truth, it was more of a mob. And while I remembered Cairo station being busy, I didn’t remember it being this busy. “What are all these people doing here?” I asked over the rising hum of the voices. “Is it a holiday of some sort?”

“I’m not sure, dear,” Mother called over her shoulder, “but stay close so we don’t get separated.”

I squeezed around a group of men, all wearing long white robes and arguing forcefully with each other. With a stab of surprise, I found myself longing for Father.  He was quite efficient at coaxing people to give way. Of course, that was due to the cane he wielded with such devastating effectiveness. Even so, I had not expected to miss his solid presence quite so much. Unfortunately, the museum’s current exhibit had become so popular that the board of directors wouldn’t let him leave.

Unfamiliar foreign voices filled the station, sounding angry and frustrated. Mother gripped her satchel more firmly and glanced back to be certain I was still right behind her. I was glad to see that, peculiar or not, she didn’t want to lose me in this crush. I gave her a smile of reassurance, then turned my attention back to looking for a break in the crowd through which we could slip.

That was when I noticed an odd, spindly man fighting his way through the throng. His eyes darted over the heads of the jostling crowd, searching for someone. Thoughts of the Serpents of Chaos immediately filled my head. I glanced over at Mother to see if she had noticed—or recognized—the fellow, but she seemed reluctant to take her eyes from the baggage car, afraid our trunks would disappear from sight if she so much as looked away.

The man was quite tall, and long-limbed. His hair was so fair as to be nearly white, as if all the color had been washed out of it. There was something a bit twitchy about him that made me wonder if his bones didn’t quite fit in his skin.

His searching gaze landed on Mother and me, and a determined gleam appeared in his eyes, like someone zeroing in on a target.

Just as I was trying to decide if Mother and I could give him the slip, he gave a vigorous shove past one last barrier of bodies and popped through the crowd like a cork out of a bottle to land neatly in front of us.

His pale blue eyes blinked rapidly as he tugged his jacket back into place and straightened his tie. I saw that there was a bit of hair on his upper lip that wanted to be a mustache when it grew up. He sent a quick, unreadable glance my way then bowed to Mother. “Mrs. Throckmorton?” he asked.

I gripped the satchel and reticule more tightly.

“Yes?” Mother asked with chilly politeness.

“I am Jonathan Bing of the Antiquities Service. I’ve been sent to escort you to your appointment. When I stopped by the hotel to collect you, they said you had not yet arrived. I thought I’d best come check on your train since this business”—he nodded his head toward the crowd of Egyptians—“was going on today.”

Mother visibly relaxed. “And we are so very glad that you did.”

“What exactly is this business?” I asked looking back at the edges of the throng where a lone man stood on a crate, addressing the others.

His gaze followed my own and his nose wrinkled faintly in distaste. “The Nationalist Party. They’re having a demonstration to protest the British presence here in Egypt.”

“Yes well, they are taking up rather a lot of room,” Mother said as someone jostled her and sent her stumbling into me. “Would you be so kind as to take this?” Mother thrust her small carry-aboard suitcase at him, then grabbed my elbow in a firm grip.

Some of the tension left me, and suddenly, the teeming masses of humanity seemed less threatening.

Taking Mother’s suitcase, Mr. Bing began using it rather like a battering ram and forced a path through the scrum. We followed gratefully in his wake.

At first, Bing had little success in getting through the solid wall of bodies. I was quickly surrounded by black robes and turbaned heads. If it hadn’t been for Mother’s solid hold on me, I’m afraid I might have panicked.

The man on the crate let loose with a new torrent of words, and the crowd erupted into cheers and surged forward, as if to embrace him on their wave of joy. The three of us were carried along with them. “What is he saying?” I asked Bing, nearly shouting to be heard.

“Nothing good,” he shouted back. I scowled. He was my least favorite sort of grownup—the kind that never told children anything.

A tall, bearded man bumped into me and knocked my elbow out of Mother’s grip. Within seconds, the sea of strangers closed in around me and I couldn’t see any sign of Mother’s dusty rose traveling suit or the tailored lines of Bing’s morning coat.  A firm hand grabbed my arm. Chaos, I thought, with a hot bubble of panic. I bit back a scream and tried to jerk away.

The grip tightened painfully. “This way!” Bing shouted. Bing, I told myself. It was only Mr. Bing. I allowed him to tug me through the wall of bodies until finally we were on the other side. I spotted Mother waiting for us and started to head for her, but a squeeze on my shoulder held me back.

“What?” I asked Mr. Bing.

“Wigmere,” he said out of the side of his mouth. “Wigmere sent me.”

I stumbled to a stop when he uttered the name of the head of the Chosen Keepers.  “Really?” I asked.

He nodded and turned his attention back to Mother, waving to her to let her know he’d found me. For the first time since stepping off the train, I relaxed. I should have known Wigmere would have arranged for some sort of help here in Cairo. Especially with the burden I was carrying.

57 Responses to “Theodosia and the Last Pharaoh: Sneak Preview”

  1. Mae Says:


    I can’t wait until it’s out.

  2. kalifaziz Says:

    for a second there I was worried about it being one of the serpent s of chaos or a member of the wadje deen. any way, question 1: is theodosia based off of someone you know like a parent or a relitive or a friend. because when I’m reading your books she almost seems real.
    2: not to be pushy but if this is theo’s blog, how come she doesent narate the blog entries

  3. Choco Says:

    This is great!

  4. Megan Says:

    I can’t wait to read it! I’ve just finished the last one and LOVED it!

  5. R.L. Says:

    Good! I wanted you to wonder! Theodosia was writing the blog entries for a looong time–about two years. But then she ran out of things to say so I took over. Besides, she is busy off having new adventures and doesn’t have time for something as mundane as blogging!

  6. Jax Says:

    i love theodosia, I LOve Theodosia, I LOVE THEODOSIA!!!!! She is awesome!!!!
    I LOVE THEODOSIA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)

  7. Jax Says:

    I can’t wait to read it!!! The Theodosia series is my most favorite series, EVER!!!

  8. R.L. Says:

    Thanks so much, Jax! I’m so glad you’re enjoying Theodosia!

  9. Destiny Says:

    Will u put chapter 2 on here ? I AM not willing to wate till Apil. ALL of your work is AAAAAAWWSSSSOOOOOMMME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

  10. R.L. Says:

    I will put another excerpt up sometime in late January, Destiny. How’s that? So glad you like it!

  11. kalifaziz Says:

    you still haven’t answered my first question

  12. beneu Says:

    the books are awesome and drama filled. i was begining to think that there were no good writers

  13. R.L. Says:

    Ha. Sorry about that! Theodosia is based a little bit on me, when I was eleven. I pretty sensitive and imaginative and always getting in trouble for it!

  14. R.L. Says:

    Thank you for your kind word! And if you’re looking for other good writers, you should definitely check out some of our book recommendation posts. There are some great recommendations in there!

  15. beneu Says:

    sorry, didn’t mean to be misleading. I meant about egypt, egypt is my passion

  16. kalifaziz Says:

    mine too

  17. Collin Says:

    Will you be going on a tour to promote the new book? If so, you should come to Illinois!

  18. Amelia Says:

    Oh my gosh– this series is so wonderfully amazingly perfect!! My friend and I are HUGE fans – we can’t wait till April!! Yay!!!

  19. Amelia Says:

    Also (I just remembered this :) ) The other night I had a dream that Theodosia came out as a movie, and I was about to go see it. It was the greatest day of my life. (That is, until I woke up, of course.)

  20. R.L. Says:

    I don’t think my publisher will be sending me on a tour this time, Collin. They did last May, and they don’t usually do it every year. I would love to visit Illinois sometime though! If I ever do, I will be sure and announce it here on the blog.

  21. R.L. Says:

    So glad you like the series so much, Amelia! Thanks for letting me know!

  22. R.L. Says:

    Ha. I movie would be quite fun, I think. Unfortunately, authors have very little control over that. It’s up to Hollywood.

  23. samantha lien Says:

    OH MY GOSH!! I cant wait for this book to come out. I have been waiting for months and I cant stand it anymore. Also if a movie is created out of these books i will be watching and buying it!

  24. Em Says:


  25. kalifaziz Says:

    here’s a thought. you could try making a sort of movie. the special affects may be bad but at least you get to make it how you want. then, just put it on your website. another thought, how about a theodosia webshow? who khows maybe a producer will see it.

  26. kalifaziz Says:

    kidding, if your busy making webshows, you may never have time to write books.

  27. kalifaziz Says:

    although I was serious about the movie

  28. Anonymous Says:

    i agree with kalifaziz,we need to keep you writing for the rest of your natural life

  29. Bryn Says:

    Wow hi!! I love the Theodosia series i’ve read every single one and am dying for the next one to come out. Can you put up another chapter??? Im dying to read it!!!

  30. Bryn Says:

    Em, Isis appears to Theodosia in the first book when she’s trying to catch Demonic-Isis (the cat) And says “Come Isis” in egyptian.

  31. Em Says:

    Oh, THANKS SO MUCH Bryn! I was really confused. I’ll have to go reread that chapter. An excuse to read Theodosia again! yay!

  32. Scout Says:

    Hi! I’m new,and I have the 3rd book on my kindle.

  33. kalifaziz Says:

    I think I get it know. the reason I said that bastet should have appeared was because the problem with Isis was cat related. but since theodosia was born in Isis’s temple it makes sense that she would appear

  34. R.L. Says:

    Hey Samantha! Not too much longer now. The next book comes out in April!

    Welcome Beth! And as you probably already figured out, this is more of a comment thread than a true chat. So glad to see you here, though, and glad you`re enjoying the book!

    Kalifaziz, if there is interest from Hollywood for a movie, I will announce here, I promise!

    And anonymous, I DO plan to write the rest of my natural life.

    Bryn, I will get another chapter up in the next day or two!

    Scout, welcome! And how cool you are reading the books on your kindle.

  35. Maat Says:

    LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  36. Rebekah Says:

    I have to say, this series combines a lot of my favorite things!Egypt, cats, and intelligent children who actually get to use their brains! And you got so many things about the actual history right!

  37. R.L. Says:

    Yay! So glad to hear this, Rebekah!

  38. Faith Says:

    I’ve read all the Theodosia books and I LOVE them. But when are you going to write a fifth book? And will [question redacted to avoid spoilers]!!!!

  39. Faith Says:

    When I was eleven I was always looking for books with eleven year old girls in them and once I found the Theodosia books it was already my twelfth birthday. (I was so sad, but I still love the books R.L)

  40. McKayla Says:

    this series is the best i have ever read i can’t wait to get my hands on a brand new copy of the last pharoh!

  41. Madison Buford Says:

    I love all the books

  42. Madison Buford Says:

    Yeah I really do

  43. Madison Buford Says:

    The series is really great

  44. Madison Buford Says:

    This is a reeallly good
    I luv you r.l because your books are awesome

  45. Ruby D. Says:

    I love the Theodosia series! I can’t believe it’s already out, and right now I’m going to go to Barnes and Nobles and get it! Sooooo exited!

  46. Don Says:

    Love the theodosia series!!! so intriguing…

  47. Don Says:

    Love the series!! Soooooo exiting!!!

  48. Coco Says:

    Is there doing to be a fifth book?

  49. cathy Says:

    I LOVE THEO!i swear my next science fair project is gonna be on egypt. and i will use your book for some is so addicting to read!!!!!!!!(except at night because it gets me a little creeped out).i can’t believe there’s already four books! I just started book two but i love it already!

  50. R.L. Says:

    Welcome, Cathy! So glad you are enjoying the book!

  51. Mary Elizabeth Says:

    I just love the Theo books!!!!! R.L., you are my number one author!I am sooo glad I discovered this series at my library. I really love mythology books. I am so excited for the new book!!!

  52. R.L. Says:

    Hello, Mary Elizabeth! Welcome! So glad you are enjoying the series! Here’s hoping the newest book doesn’t disappoint!

  53. Angel Says:

    i found the first book at my library and another of ur series and started reading and got addicted to the books. i just finished the 4th book and i think there soooooo amazing. ur my favorite author R.L. Theodosia sounds so real annd so interesting i cant wait for the 5th book ( if there is one jopefully there is) thank you soo much R.L. for writing these books :)

  54. R.L. Says:

    Hi Angel!

    Welcome to the Theodosia website! I’m thrilled to hear you are addicted to the books! That makes me very happy. ::insert evil laugh::

    You are SO welcome!

  55. allison Says:

    I really loved your writing! i am your biggest fan! like, really. please write more. please? i am really hard to impress. theodosia is my hero! well, so is snoopy. i liked it so much, i told my parents to read it. my dad is about to read it. he said that it looked good. in my piont of view, you are the best auther ever! please write another book! i love theodosia! – allison

  56. Kimberly Says:

    Please write another book! I just finished the Last Pharaoh and I absolutely LOVED IT! All I want for Christmas is the fifth book of the series! I need a book to read!

  57. R.L. Says:

    Hi Allison! I’m so glad to hear that you love the books so much and have convinced your father to read them!

    Hello, Kimberly! I’m so glad you like THE LAST PHARAOH! Unfortunately, the fifth book won’t be ready in time for Christmas. :-(