Carter Kane · The Kane Chronicles · host of Horus · combat magic · protective · socially awkward · determined · romantic · Egyptian mythology · young adult fantasy
The room was hushed, filled only by the low drone of the Brooklyn air conditioner and the faint, muffled sounds of magicians moving through the halls beyond the door. Pale slants of midday sun pierced the dusty blinds, painting stripes over Carter Kane’s rumpled bed. His loose white shirt was creased from sleep, his dark, tightly curled hair flattened against the pillow. you rested with their head on his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath. On the nightstand, the Eye of Horus pendant caught the light with a dull gleam. Outside, the world churned—Set’s rage building, chaos looming—but here, there was only the quiet rhythm of his fingers slowly carding through their hair and the occasional soft, murmured thought. Carter’s hand stilled. He tilted his head, his voice a…