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An Egyptian archaeologist with a bow shoots an arrow into adventure "THE SARCOPHAGUS"

Egypt action adventure fiction "THE SARCOPHAGUS" (AMAZON KINDLE)

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"They are coming," Neith said in a low voice. "Two of them, very fast."


The group had just passed a big outcrop of rock and faced a bare stretch of plain. Ryder stopped and peered into the gloom. The dark silhouettes of twin-horsed chariots were running an oblique line towards them, throwing up ribbons of dust. Ryder was struck at once by their speed. Demon charioteers, she had said. They were certainly traveling at demonic speed.

But then the Egyptian chariot was a lightning fast and deadly weapon. Egyptian innovation had taken the cumbersome Aryan invention and made them skeletal, lighter and infinitely more nimble and they ran between two horses at breathtaking speed so that they became high-speed launching platforms for the missiles of their occupants - arrows and spears.

Ryder handed his shoulder bag of food and water to Janet and slipped his composite bow off his shoulder.

He took two broadhead alloy arrows and kept one arrow in readiness in his hand, while nocking the other to the bowstring.

He drew the arrow to the anchor point at his chin. 

Ryder felt that unique convergence of senses that the marksman knows. The world reduced to his target. Their place on the horizon and the line his arrow would take, bisected like crosshairs. He felt the space that lay between them, swept the emptiness like radar and then searched for the solidity of the target. His senses computed distance, windage, the speed of his assailants.

He had chosen the charioteer on the left, the one with the jackal head. He felt all these factors converge down and down to the point of an arrow.

He released.

They were around three hundred yards away and couldn't imagine themselves to be under threat yet. Egyptian bows had a range of around two hundred yards at best. The arrow blurred across the gap...

Ancient Avenger "I, THE MUMMY" (Amazon Kindle)

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They must have woken the monkey first.

I felt the tiny weight of the creature squatting on my chest as rays of heat struck the bindings around my stretched out body.

I drew a breath of air into my dried up lungs like a hiss of sand in a windstorm, forced my eyelids open, cracking a seal of dust and time. Light roared in my skull. My eyes cowered at the shining fire as I peered out through gaps in frayed linen bandaging. 

At the corners of my eyes, loose threads of cloth frayed with age turned into blazing filaments of light.

Sunlight!

I was lying in the darkness of a sepulchre, yet rays of light had found me.

The daylight sun of Ra and of Egypt, the Land of the Living, enveloped me in an embrace of life, while the fragrance of death’s embalming ointments and oils lingered in my nostrils.

I saw a solar priest standing apart, holding up an angled copper mirror, catching a beam of sunlight flashed to him from another priest standing further back along a passage with another mirror beyond him, and then another - a relay of priests with mirrors stepping back to infinity it seemed, flashing light rays between them from the world of the living above, funneling it down the lengths of passages to the place where I lay in the earth.

The little monkey mummy, Thoth, had its back to me, holding up its paws to greet the shooting beams of sunlight as if in reverence, or warming itself in a new dawning.

Was this a tomb?

An open coffin stood near me and I found that I was lying on my back on a stone slab.

I saw other things.

An old man with gold dust on his skin like the flesh of Ra, standing over my body. A higher priest this one, shining like Ra at his noonday height, wearing a golden collar of a High Priest of Ra.

This may be a tomb, but I was not being buried, I sensed.

It was more than a tomb.

Swords, battle axes, clubs, shields, bows and arrows crammed alcoves in the walls...

A sanctuary filled with weapons of war.

The sunlight assaulting my eyes ripped apart the cobwebs of forgetfulness and revealed a blinding truth, a recollection that was like another blazing sun hitting me.

I was a warrior who had fought in a battle against demonic demigod attackers and I had fallen on the battlefield.

And along with this knowledge came another memory, reminding me of a dark absence, opening up a void as large as this chamber... the consciousness of a parting from a loved one left behind... long ago... how long ago?

I had died not only to a great land racked by turmoil, but also to a great love.

Her name was Mehyt...

“Arise, Great Hori, arise from the hold of death,” the High Priest said in a voice that echoed in the sepulchre. “Arise, Defender of Egypt, warrior hero of the primordial wars of men against the rule of the demon demigods. Arise, Hori, the semi-divine, last of the line of mighty Horus the warrior god who avenged the murder of his father Osiris. You are called upon in this hour of Egypt’s peril to save a land that has dire need of your might.”

The monkey on my chest chattered in excitement.

I tried to speak, but my jaws were grinding stones and a single word escaped my throat.

“Then...”

“You died and were entombed in this sanctuary over a thousand years ago.”

Thousand?

That made me an orphan to a long dead past, a reborn seedling sprouted from ancient grain to a new life in an alien soil.

With a straining effort of will, I ground out more words.

“Then am I a Helpless One?”

A mummy, a dried up husk? An empty chrysalis after life had escaped like a moth.

“Far from helpless. You are a being magically transformed, raised from death into new power,” the ministering priest said, “for like the god Osiris, your body was wrapped in the Tresses of Nephthys, the magical bandages of linen woven on a sacred loom by the goddess Nephthys, sister of Isis. And over those wrappings, you wear a magical outer band woven by the Queen of Heaven herself. The magical Knotted Cords of Isis... the cord that links life to death. An ancestor of demigods, you are a buried weapon hidden until Egypt had need to raise you again like a sheathed sword as the oracles foretold. And now is such a time of need. I, Ra-Hotep, First Prophet of Holy Ra raise you in Ra’s light to wage a great and holy battle against a new enemy.”

“Enemy?”

“A vile foreign power, the Hyksos, Asiatic Rulers of Foreign Lands, have occupied Egypt with plans of an empire. They seek to plunder Egypt’s forbidden treasure of secrets for themselves - and you alone can stop them.”

“Holy Egypt conquered.” I groaned. “How?”

My love of the Red and Black Land had not died. It burnt like a flame inside me...

Underneath London... THE EGYPTIAN CROCODILE CURSE

“You mean our British Museum exhibition has inspired a serial killer?” she said.

“I told you the poster was unsettling.”

“And you of course have a theory.”

“I do. Whose mummy is at the centre of this exhibition?”

Why was he asking?

“The Middle Kingdom Queen Sobekneferu, a queen who came to rule as a pharaoh. The discovery of her tomb near the oasis city near Crocodilopolis recently made world headlines and this is a special touring exhibition to boost Egyptian tourism.”

“Yes, but she’s famous for something else.”

“Okay. She extended the lost labyrinth of her father Amenemhat III in the Faiyum Oasis area. She also had a unique affiliation with the crocodile god Sobek. In fact her name, Sobekneferu, means ‘Beauty of Sobek’.”

“Correct. And what was it about the crocodile god Sobek?”

“Jon, you have the coaching air of a professor. I’m the Egyptologist, you’re the gifted amateur,” she said to the stolen-antiquities detective.

“Go with me on this.”

“Sobek, the crocodile god, was a zoomorphic god depicted with a human body and a crocodile’s head. Like the violent Nile crocodile, he was the ferocious protector of the pharaoh.”

“Exactly. Now someone, or something, is killing people around the British Museum where the Crocodile Queen Exhibition is about to open.”

“Hang on, this happened around here? I’ve heard nothing about it.”
“No, it’s been kept quiet. The killings happened beneath the museum. In the sewers nearby, in fact. There’s been an electrician killed, a fibre optic cable worker, a sewer maintenance worker. That we know of. And a growing list of people have gone missing.”

“Attacked by a crocodile?”

He swayed in uncertainty.

“Well, let’s just say the remains showed the marks of a crocodile’s teeth. Skulls crushed in by powerful jaws. Protective hard hats crushed like eggshells.”
“But how could a crocodile get down into the sewer?”

“Ah, but is it a crocodile?” he said.

“What else? A serial killer with a croc’s head? Maybe I should have a go at the impossible for a change,” she said. “Let’s see. The killer is actually the ancient Egyptian god Sobek, half man, half crocodile and he’s been dormant all these years. Maybe some amateur archaeologist brought him here from Egypt when the sewers were first built and then decided to get rid of him. But now the mummy of Queen Sobekneferu pops up in London, so the crocodile god has suddenly come awake and he’s mad as hell and creating havoc. Doing his job of protecting the female pharaoh...”

Jon gulped his coffee.

“Where do you get this stuff from, Jennefer?”

She kicked him under the table.

“The unadorned facts, please...”

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