Friday, February 9, 2018

2 ancient Egypt-based mystery adventure series

Amazon Kindle and selected paperback

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Seshat… Egyptian 'goddess of the Internet'.

Egyptologist Anson Hunter starts receiving intriguing emails from a female who calls herself Seshat...

 Seshat - 'the Internet goddess' features in 'The Forbidden Glyphs', Egypt Mystery and Archaeology Fiction.

In a curious loop of time, the ancient Egyptian goddess Seshat has found new recognition today. Referred to as the ‘Silicon Goddess’ or ‘Glass Cat’, she is seen as the spirit of the Internet, computers, operating systems, software, web and game architecture, telecommunications, electronic networks and knowledge systems.

Originally, Seshat was ancient Egypt’s goddess of writing, chief librarian and keeper of the forbidden scrolls of Thoth, goddess of knowledge, architecture, science, mathematics, astronomy, reckoner of years and of foreign booty as well as a keeper of history and memories. 

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

A puzzling scroll turned up in the Egyptian tomb of a young girl.

THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS Who Lost Her Scroll of the Dead


A puzzling scroll turned up in the tomb of a young girl.

Archaeologists found a totally blank, rolled up scroll, nothing marking its surface, except the faintly ribbed grain of the papyrus and a few stains of age.

Fine quality papyrus, yet an unused scroll. A mystery. But from the scroll’s container, we know it was supposed to contain the written texts of the Book of the Dead, a guide for the soul of the dead in the underworld, a sort of passport filled with magical spells.

Without it, a soul could not hope to pass through gateways guarded by fearsome gatekeepers and so reach the heavenly Fields of Aaru.

What had happened? Had a greedy scribe secretly tricked the young girl, exchanging her costly scroll, filled with hieroglyphic spells, for a blank one, so that he could sell it again to another family?

Imagine her dismay when she found herself alone and unprotected in the dangers of the Egyptian underworld, clutching an empty scroll of papyrus?

Amazon Kindle - for younger readers (as Roy Pond)

Monday, February 5, 2018

The goddess Isis, god Osiris and enemy Seth... an ancient cycle threatens the world.

An ancient cycle threatens to unleash a modern day catastrophe in this fiction adventure thriller

What is the mystery behind the mythology murders? 

Egypt fiction set in modern day London. 
(First in a trilogy)


Sunday, February 4, 2018

THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS Who Lost Her Scroll of the Dead

An enchanting e-book story for parents and grandparents to share with young Egypt lovers

What happens when a princess discovers that her costly magical scroll of  the dead, filled with hieroglyphic spells, has been swapped for a blank one by a cheating scribe? Has she been robbed of eternity?

Suddenly her passport through the gateways and guardians of the underworld is gone. How will she find her way to the Egyptian heaven?

The story of a wilful young ancient Egyptian Princess and a cheeky boy tomb robber and his monkey - an adventure out of this world.

Ancient Egypt fantasy action adventure with graphics.

Amazon Kindle - for younger readers (as Roy Pond)


   No sooner had she uttered the prayer than the painted surfaces of hieroglyphs on the tomb walls began to writhe as if in the heat of a nightmare. A pin-tailed duck exploded out of a piece of wall text and flapped past her head. She jumped out of the way. 

   An ape shrieked and chattered and sprang onto a golden chair and fixed her with a narrow, close-set gaze. She shrank away.

   A snake slithered out of the text of an ornamental casket and dropped. It hissed and wriggled to form a jagged black line like an earthquake that split the floor.

   Nefera gave a scream. She leapt up onto her golden lion couch to escape it, drawing up her legs. Now two hieroglyphs of lions sprang from the wall and leapt in unison at the couch as if to attack, but instead they passed into the golden lions of the frame. 

   The couch suddenly rippled underneath her like muscles drawing taut. Then it reared like a creature.

   Nefera rolled to the back and would have flown off had it not been for the footboard that stopped her. As it was, her head banged the edge of the frame, which set her ears ringing.

   The twin lions of her couch landed and broke into a charge. She lifted her head, dizzied by the acceleration and struggled against the force of gravity. They were charging through a storm of living glyphs, eyes, feathers, a hare, reeds, ploughs, panicking birds, bees and suns and she was riding on the lions’ backs – carried along on a hurtling couch.

   They sped across a plain, sandy waste, lit by a dim light like that from the moon and stars, except there was no moon and no stars up above, just glowing hieroglyphs in the sky as if it were a painted ceiling.

   Nefera crawled to the front of the surging couch so that she could see where they were going.

    “What is happening? Where am I going?” 

    “I am the Lion of Yesterday,” the one lion spoke in a rumble like far off thunder 

    “I am the Lion of Tomorrow,” the other coughed as he ran.

    ‘Hieroglyphs that spring off walls. A lion couch that comes to life and now speaks. What have I done?’ Nefera thought, her mind in wild disarray.

   It was like one of the scary bedtime stories her nurse used to tell her, except this one was a nightmare – and she was riding on a nightmare couch.

   Was she being carried to the judgment Hall of Osiris?  If so, then they must be taking her by a different route. She could see no sign of the series of passages, gates and guardians that were said to line the route to the Hall of Judgment.

   Only desert.

   She looked over the edge of the couch at the ground flying beneath and now she saw that it was not in fact desert, but instead a grainy, yellow-brown surface – papyrus!

   They were racing across a vast, unrolled scroll. Was this her missing Book of the Dead and was she being carried along by living words. 

   Nefera felt a surge of hope. ‘Perhaps my words are not lost and can save me after all.’

(Also available in paperback)

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

EGYPT EYES Egypt adventure mystery fiction

(New edition) Anson Hunter 'alternative Egyptologist' series

‘Egypt Eyes’ – “Be my eyes in Egypt,” she says to him. The celebrated young Egyptologist and space archaeologist Dr Constance Somers had once explored ancient Egypt from space. But now she is legally blind. She hires controversial, alternative Egyptologist Anson Hunter to be her guide on a Nile cruise. ‘Show me the hidden Egypt of your imagination,’ she says. But does she have a darker purpose, planning to use his unique skills to help her penetrate a secret and dangerous site that she found?
And why are agents of the US National Reconnaissance Office, a secret Intelligence agency in charge of satellites and overhead security, suddenly taking an interest in the work of the space archaeologist? Has she made a discovery in her satellite archaeology that has global security ramifications?
Anson must face unexpected enemies at every turn and use his skills to survive the dangers of a lost underground sanctuary as he tries to unlock its shattering secret.
‘Egypt Eyes’ is groundbreaking adventure and mystery fiction with an Egyptologist’s blogs and photos.

*****5-star Amazon USA

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Anson Hunter, fiction's alternative Egyptologist, is a driven hero

Anson Hunter, fiction's alternative Egyptologist, is a driven hero

What drives alternative Egyptologist Anson Hunter to seek out hidden dangers from Egypt’s past?

Was it a desire to save the world? He recalled the same question being put to him by the Egyptian man and the antiquities girl. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll trigger an apocalypse?”
Was it simply a hunger to feel the crackle of the numinous, to find the great source of Egypt’s power heka? Heka was the magical power behind the civilization of Egypt, behind every idol, every execration text and smashed jar, every sweating wax effigy in the flame, every stabbed, trampled and spat upon image, every prayer to a god, every amulet and love spell.
He certainly did not want power for himself, only perhaps the power that could come from knowing that such power existed, because if that power existed and could be held in his hands, then so did another power.