Roy Lester Pond Egypt FICTION&Fact
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Friday, August 29, 2025
NEW edition "UNOPENED LETTER TO MY LOST FATHER - From a Son Born in Africa” (Amazon Kindle)
This book touches a span of readers as wide and diverse as Africa itself.
Lovers of historical fiction, mystery, archaeology, religion and of writers’ memoirs will all find something to enjoy in this book.
Drawing on his own heartland experiences growing up in Africa, Roy Lester Pond weaves together an autobiographical narrative with a rich exploration of the mythology and legends that surround Africa, and in particular, ancient Egypt’s Nile. It takes readers on a fascinating journey through his personal history and the inspiration behind his work, including references to beloved authors Rider Haggard and Mika Waltari.
At the heart of the book is his exploration of the role of mystery in his writing. Through his reflections on the themes that have inspired him to pen the ‘largest span of ancient Egypt-inspired fiction titles under the sun’, he offers readers a unique glimpse into the creative process of a master storyteller.
"UNOPENED LETTER TO A LOST FATHER - From a Son Born in Africa" is a must-read for anyone interested in the intersection of history, culture, and fiction, and for all those who love a good mystery.
(Book excerpt)
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
Monday, August 25, 2025
"Monumental....momentum..." A cubic granite statue hurtles down a ramp at Anson Hunter in a scene from "The Ibis Apocalypse" archaeological Egypt thriller
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From THE IBIS APOCALYPSE (Amazon Kindle) |
Ibis catacomb, el-Ashmunein, Egypt
“SORRY, ANSON. Your search for the stela ends here!”
The voice of the young
woman funneled down the underground passage, the echoes fluttering off
the stone like startled bats.
Anson Hunter, alternative Egyptologist and theorist, felt a chill as
the words reached his ears. It was caused as much by the emotional
separation in her voice as by its distance. Her voice was startlingly
removed. It was also hard and cold. A few minutes earlier she had been a
companionable presence at his shoulder. Now this. She had deserted him, stealing back up the ramp of the passage.
Why?
A rumble of thunder came to deepen his puzzlement and then a
screech, the sound of stone moving over stone, grinding, scouring. He
felt a tremble under his feet. He spun his flashlight. The abrasion grew
to a roar that made his eardrums cower.
A slab of darkness surged out of deeper darkness. His beam flared on a
block of granite in a humanoid shape. A man mountain. It was a stone
block with a carved head on top… a colossal block-statue of a High
Priest of Thoth, weighing tons.
The cubic man, with head, feet and hands protruding, squatted on a
base with his knees raised and arms folded across them under a cloak to
form a crushing volume in stone.
In the turmoil, the passage trembled and so did Anson.
The wigged and bearded face on top of the block wore a
smile
that belied the missile’s crushing intent as the statue shuddered over
the floor. Hieroglyphs on the front of the block leapt into Anson’s
vision like an execration hurled at him, a spell to obliterate an
intruder.
The attack of the granite rock slide turned him to stone.
He had seen the block statue earlier, bulking at the head of the
passage, and, fearing a trap, had urged his female companion to step
over a granite flagstone in the floor, fearing it might trigger
disaster.
But she had slipped back and deliberately set it off.
Now he understood the reason for the vast corridor and the ramped
floor that plunged into the earth. It was built to speed the massive
plug on its rush down the passage.
The cubic man gathered momentum and the sound of tortured stone
assaulted his ears as he felt a blast of arriving air hit his body. It
felt like a train coming down a tunnel.
He could never outrun it.
Then what?
A glance told him there was no room in the passage to jump clear.
That left one option. Jump on board the block statue before it gathered
more speed. Go along for the ride.
Instead of fleeing, he went to meet his fate and the stony smile on the face seemed to spread.
Jump! Hold on to the head.
The throaty roar of the slab filled his ears and sparks showered from its base.
He sprang like a suicide throwing his body into the path of a train.
The stone mass slammed into his body. He lost his torch and his wind
in the impact. The polished surface tried to repel him and he felt his
body skidding. He threw his arms out and hooked them around the
pyramidal bulge of the block-priest’s wig, clamped on tight.
He rode the human slab in darkness broken by sparks showering upwards
to illuminate sliding passage walls. The flicker revealed the statue’s
brutal face and stone ears curved like bowls against the wig. The grind
and screech of the block’s descent sent shock waves through the core of
the colossus and it seemed to be shaking underneath him as if in a rage.
The slab thundered on. It was as if the priestly defender of the tomb were trying to sweep him off by speed alone.
Down, down Anson slid, riding a rock fall on a journey through the darkness of an underworld.
He had clung to ancient Egypt all of his life and now he was hanging
on to it for his very life, not to its mystery or allure or its esoteric
beliefs, but to its concrete monumentality.
He never imagined it would end like this in the hell of screaming,
spark-showering stone, betrayed by a woman he trusted. Yet this was
where his journey had always been going.
His obsession to find a stone book called the Destiny Stela,
inscribed with the most dangerous texts ever composed, was carrying him
to destruction.
Sunday, August 24, 2025
Saturday, August 23, 2025
(MY NON-EGYPT FICTION) "THE RHINO ON THE RAILS. Young Churchill Derailed by War and Love." Thought-provoking alternative history fiction
THE RHINO ON THE RAILS.
Young Churchill Derailed by War and Love.
Young War Correspondent Winston Churchill rides on a British armoured steam train. The Boers called it 'The Iron Rhinoceros'...
Then comes an explosive Boer ambush.
Winston is suddenly on the run from captivity.
Until his rescue by a young Boer girl, Annatjie Strydom, who hides him inside a sinkhole on her South African farm.
He was destined for greatness, his speeches were meant to stir an empire and mobilise the world against the horrors of Hitler's Nazism.
But not if a wild-spirited young Boer girl decides to keep the son of an English Lord her prisoner.
Thought-provoking alternative history fiction
Other non-Egypt fiction
Wednesday, August 20, 2025
"Unless You Become As Little Children, You Cannot Enter The Kingdom Of Pharaoh.'' By an author of young Egypt fiction and adult Egypt fiction.
An ironic paraphrase of Matthew?
“Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are as children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.”
Ancient Egypt strikes us when we have a child-like hunger for, and openness to, mystery - and to intimations of immortality, ‘a connection to something beyond the physical and finite, belonging to a larger, possibly divine reality and spiritual eternal life as we find in Wordsworth’s poem ‘Ode to Intimations of Immortality, which examines how these feelings fade with age and the loss of childhood innocence.’
(Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close. Upon the growing Boy.)
Sadly, to die to mystery, is to die to life and possibly to our beliefs.
If you still have that early sense of wonder and love of mystery, you may have read these books for young-ancient Egypt fiction readers.
That same hunger and search for mystery and eternity continues in these ancient Egypt inspired fiction titles.
The Egypt Mystery and Adventure collection (Amazon paperback and Kindle)
Tuesday, August 19, 2025
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This book touches a span of readers as wide and diverse as Africa itself. Lovers of historical fiction, mystery, archaeology, religion and...
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From THE IBIS APOCALYPSE (Amazon Kindle) Ibis catacomb, el-Ashmunein, Egypt “SORRY, ANSON. Your search for th...
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THE RHINO ON THE RAILS. Young Churchill Derailed by War and Love. Young War Correspondent Winston Churchill rides on a British armoure...
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Other titles for the young and not so young Egypt fiction mystery adventure reader
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An ironic paraphrase of Matthew? “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are as children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.”...