This book opens like the classic mummy tale, and is even set in 1914, when mummies were all the rage and Egyptology was the hobby of the upper crust British. After the first three chapters, which start out much slower than Rice's usual, you are stuck. You fall in love with Ramses as Julia does. You hate Henry, and grow to like Alex and Elliot. There are laugh out loud moments, especially with Ramses' lost love roaming modern Cairo as the climax to the book builds, and moments in which one is forced to look deeply into what Rice is saying regarding the philosophical/ethical issues surrounding the Elixir of Life, which has made Ramses immortal. It is a nice break from vampires weeping over everything from paintings to musical pieces, and in my opinion, once of Rice's best novels. There was talk of a sequel, but Ramses needs no sequel. We are left with a solid ending and our imaginations of their further adventures, if indeed, there are any.