Page 145 of Sins of the Heart
SINS OF THE HEART
The jackal smiled, a stark baring of pointed teeth
that gleamed white in the dim light. “The Ib must be
weighed against the feather of Maat—truth—before
you may proceed any further.”
Of course it must.
“Only if you are deemed worthy will you be permitted into the presence of Osiris.” Anubis extended the
hand that held the ankh and Dagan saw then that it was
a dagger, the golden hilt formed into the symbol for life.
Nice. Lokan had never mentioned this part. Of
course, secrecy was key to any negotiations that took
place here. That’s what had made Lokan such a great
negotiator. He’d known how to read the mood of every
god and demigod, every demon and genie, and he’d
known how to keep his mouth shut.
Keeping his eyes on the jackal, Dagan pulled the
hem of his T-shirt free of his jeans and dragged it off
over his head, thinking as he did so that Mal had been
right. He was so screwed, because no way would his
dark heart measure up.
Anubis froze. His expression remained ruthlessly
neutral, but Dagan felt the charge in the air, the tension.
“Son of Sutekh,” he whispered. “You dare to don the
mark of Osiris?”
The pendant. Dagan had put it around his neck and
hadn’t taken it off since he’d pulled it from the serial
killer’s corpse.
“Not Osiris’s mark. You see the wings and horns,”
he replied carefully as he turned fully toward Anubis,
giving him a chance to examine the necklace. “I am the
