Forgotten Egypt – Nefayiati – the first, in a four-book saga, tells the journey of a young thirteen-year old girl searching for her identity, her place society and her past.
Young Nefayiati was born into the majority class, as a commoner, and raised by a single mother.  But from the day she was born, her mother kept from her the identity of her father and also prevented Nefayiati to form her own self-identity.  She was always to be covered, disguised, unrecognizable and invisible.  But due to her fearless and unrelenting spirit, …

Although Book 1, 2, 3 and 5 are already complete, it took me nearly 6 months to finally decide to write book 4 – Tutankhamun.
Many of you may not understand where I came from, but writing this series of books was definitely not a fun journey for me, considering I would physically have to go through whatever in the book all over again while I was writing it.  So, even though I had access to continue the story about this famous pharaoh, (in the matter of fact, he is probably …

This is a story that wanted to be told, and searching for its own audience, editor, agent, or even the one to push it out to the world.
This was an experience that had been tormenting me for years until I finally put them in words.  I once thought I should have power over it, but it continuously prove me wrong and showed me otherwise.   There were lots of amazing things happened during the journey, and it’s about time for me to share with you all.
The whole sage was completed …

Preface
It was not easy to be a psychic…
At least… that was what I thought!
My name was Neya Huang, I was a Taiwanese who had been living in Canada for really long time ever since I met Jason. I was taller than average Taiwanese, I had darker hair and skin color, and quite a high forehead for a Chinese, but all those qualities were something kids used to make fun of me during my up growing.
In deep down, I believed I was just like any other human like you and everyone else, …

Prologue
You must be kidding me!
Ankhesenpaaten’s eye swung between Tiye and that golden boy who sat next to Tiye as grunge grew in her chest. Oh, she growled; that pretty boy, half brother of mine, son of Royal Wife Kiya, definitely has way too much gold on him! She hadn’t seen anyone used so much gold like that ever since she moved to the new capital with her parents. Her parents liked things simple and plain, so the palace mostly decorated in white marble. Although gold was the materials that mostly used by royalty, she had never …