And the gods are still watching.

He stumbled into the street. The city was wrong. The neon signs flickered with hieroglyphs. An auto-rickshaw’s horn blared not a beep, but the low, mournful blast of a sheneb (ancient trumpet). And standing in the middle of the chaotic intersection, unfazed by the swerving traffic, was a nine-foot-tall man with the head of a falcon. His golden armor was cracked and bleeding light.

In the crowded, dust-choked alleyways of Old Delhi, a struggling film pirate named Ratan discovers that leaking a banned movie about Egyptian gods has unleashed their very real, and very vengeful, avatars into the modern world.