Literature
Mummy's Girl
Lara Croft crept carefully down the ancient, stone-bricked hallway, grinning to herself.
This was her bread and butter, her stock and trade. She was the Tomb Raider. Not a moniker she’d picked, but she had warmed to it, over time. It sounded good, and reflected her many, many successes.
Lara was confident, but she had reason to be, as far as she was concerned. Nobody was as good as she was. Nobody.
Nobody else, for example, had put together the clues from old scraps, records and lost scrolls that she had to find this half-buried remnant of a pyramid, in some far-flung corner of Egypt. She couldn’t begin to guess quite how old i
