Valley of The Kings by Terrance Coffey Book Review

Valley of The Kings by Terrance Coffey is the first book in a trilogy of the fictionalised empire of Egypt during the days

of the pharaohs. the book centres on the lives of the royal family, weaving the established facts we know about these people into a story that brings them to life.  The story begins with Pharoah Amenhotep III and his relationship with his wives Queen Ty and Lady Lupita and then follows onto his sons Tuthmosis and Teppy, and their descendants.

Tuthmosis, the pharaoh Amenhotep’s eldest son is the golden child, while his younger brother, Teppy is ignored and looked over due to his disformities.  Their mother, Queen Ty is protective of her sons and will do anything to ensure that  Tuthmosis is formally chosen as the Pharoah’s heir before the pharaoh’s secondary wife, Lady Lupita, gives him another son that could steal Tuthmosis’s spot of favour in the king’s heart. Distrust grows between the Pharaoh and his queen as they both push for what they believe is the right path for the future.

e of the kingdom. In a world where success is only ensured by being ruthless the struggle for who will control Egypt is on.


 

Excerpt from Valley of The Kings by Terrance Coffey

Ay darted past the musicians into the entrance of the temple so that he wouldn’t have to hear them playing their instruments. All music reminded him of the love he had lost. His wife, a flautist who had enchanted him with her ability to play beautiful melodies, had died six seasons before, thrown from her horse. Ay and his two young daughters were devastated and miserable without her. Ay searched for a new wife and mother to his children and found Teyla, an older woman who had no children of her own.

After Teyla and Ay married, Mundi and Sete, who had become withdrawn and mute because of the death of their mother, were speaking again. But Ay now despised the joviality of music and Amun’s temple grounds were thick with harpists, lutenists, and flautists playing ritualistic melodies, musicians whose eyes had been singed shut with burning hot coals, so that the Horus god would reward their blindness with a total command of their musical instruments.

Once inside, Ay stopped in front of the ablution tank and washed his arms, hands and face. He spotted Tuthmosis exiting the inner sanctuary from across the room. On an urgent mission from the queen, he hurried up to him and whispered her message into his ear. Tuthmosis’s eyes widened at the news, and the boy quickly undressed out of his leopard-skinned cloak and left the temple.

When Ay returned to the ablution tank to wash again, the twin priests, Sia and Neper, approached him from opposite sides.

“You now speak for the pharaoh?” Sia asked.

“No one speaks for the pharaoh. I am his manservant,” said Ay.

Neper dropped a satchel at Ay’s feet. Lapis-lazuli stones spilled out on the floor.

“Then you should advise your master—”

“To give his petty stipend to the Aten priests.” Sia finished his brother’s thought.

“But if he wants the blessings of Amun—” Neper continued.

“Then he must give us a respectable tribute that’s worthy of the highest of all the gods,” said Sia. There was no difference in the sound of the twins’ voices, both were identically soft-spoken, and the timbre was hollow and raspy. Every word they said, no matter how harsh or benign, exuded authority. Ay crouched down on the floor and collected the stones one by one into the satchel trying not to appear intimidated.

“The pharaoh says the war with Nubia will yield an abundance of gold and ivory for the temple of Amun,” he said.

“Really? The pharaoh promises many things, but if this one does not occur as he says—” Neper warned.

“Then we will cease our prayers and offerings to Amun on the pharaoh’s behalf,” Sia concluded.