Egyptology was my first passion; writing wasn't far behind. When I was seven, I read a book about Cleopatra. Even back then, you didn’t get interested in Egypt without stumbling into its magical system, which permeated every part of existence. Egyptian magic inevitably led to the world’s first and arguably greatest magician, the goddess Isis. Her Egyptian name, Iset wer-Heka, means Isis Great of Magic. Once you find Isis, you’re on the doorstep of one of civilization’s great love stories.
I was hooked on powerful women who love powerfully. . . when they find a man worthy of them. Magic was icing on the cake. I wanted to write about powerful, magical women.
As a love story, Pretty Woman can be problematic, but the ending works . . .for me.
The music swells. "The prince" conquers his fear of heights and climbs up the fire escape to the top floor. "The princess," who has previously established her strength in not accepting the easy definition of love, acknowledges his effort and willingness to change, descends the fire escape to meet him. They kiss.
He says, "So what happened after he climbs up the tower and rescues her?"
"She rescues him right back," she says.
That's how I write my novels. Lovers rescue each other. They become true partners.