Friday, January 31, 2014

More Favourite Scenes to look out for in Egypt, Horus and Hathor

On an outer wall, Temple of Kom Ombo.

They stand a short distance apart on an outer wall at Kom Ombo, but I like them as a pair - striking and voluptuous shadows in stone

WHERE IS SHE? (Answer below - but did you know?)

ANSWER: I discovered this beautifully preserved relief of Seshat, Egyptian goddess of writing, at the rear of a colossal seated statue of Rameses the Great in the Temple of Luxor - partly obscured by a facing temple wall.

Most visitors, including guides, pass by this delightful image, without realising she is there, alongside an equally striking image of Thoth. 

She is just one of the goddesses who weaves her way through my ancient Egyptian series of adventure thrillers.

Loved this scene of Hatshepsut staring off into the distance

Temple of Deir el Bahri

Rescued Egyptian temples in Nubia sit like sublime flotsam and jetsam on the shores of Lake Nasser

Avenue of sphinxes leading up to the Temple at Wadi as-Subua, Nubia

Monday, January 27, 2014

The Egyptian Mythology Murders - murder, mystery, mythology

-->Has a cycle of murder and love from Egypt’s ancient past come to the modern world... in the return of Isis, Osiris, and ‘Lord of Chaos’ Seth?
A museum mummy called Isis is put into a hospital scanning machine and blasted with radiation. Awakened and regenerating, Isis repeats a 5,000-year quest to find her beloved Osiris.

‘I, Isis, Great of Magic, will rise and search for you, Osiris…'

Now an ancient cycle unfolds in modern day London, a rampage of murder and disaster - and a search for eternal love.

Can Jennefer, a young trainee museum curator and Jon, a police antiquities unit detective, stop the killer in time before a terrible culmination of events? 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Ancient Egypt's heaven - or hell?

A free scene/anecdote from the Anson Hunter Egypt adventure fiction series

“We know the ancient Egyptians had a firm conviction that you could take it all with you when you died, provided your worldly goods were placed in your tomb with you," Anson said to her. "Food, wine, furniture, games, weapons, treasures... They believed that the afterlife would be a continuation of life on the Nile, only better, but with the same sorts of challenges.

"Now imagine if we died and woke up in the next world to learn that they were right - only the ancient Egyptians owned any stuff. The rest of us arrive empty-handed. Mind you, not many ancient Egyptians retained their worldly goods for long with the systematic depredation of tomb robbers and of archaeology.

But picture this…”

He shared a fantasy with her.

“… It's the Field of Reeds and a man is running plish, plash, plish  in the shallows of the riverbank in the dawn mist.

We are born alone, we die alone and we arise again alone and he is alone now, peering through the mist for another sign of life after death.

Reeds whip against his legs and body. Do scaly crocodiles lurk in here? Surely not. These are the fields of Aaru, not the menacing underworld that he has just passed through. That guardian-haunted journey of gateways, passages and passwords of the night still cling to him like a nightmare does to the newly awakened and he puts on a spurt to distance himself further from it.

Yet he longs for a weapon to defend himself.

Something. A rock. Even a stick in case he has to fight off an unknown terror.

His instinct for protection tells him to be afraid, yet he wonders what he should ever have to fear in this place. Then he recalls that here in this realm of the Field of Reeds men walk among the gods and demigods.

He hears a cracking voice that seems to bend the reeds like a breeze with its force.

“Who enters the reeds? And what riches and offerings do you bring with you?”

‘Riches?’ he thinks.

He is a poor man, a tomb guard, and he went to his grave with only a basket of food, his spear and a jar of beer, which he left behind when he ran out of the open tomb mouth to emerge into the dawn of another world.

Almost too late, he sees a figure standing in the mist like a statue. It is a giant, grim-faced being wearing a skull gap and a tightly fitting gown.

A neter, or god. Or perhaps a demi-god.

The air thins and chills and he smells a curious odour like burning gum. The perfume of divinity. The entity wears a thin curled beard and holds the symbol of a god in his hand. An axe like a flag on a long pole.

The running man drops to his belly and lies still in shallow water, plunged into shock and cold, amid a crowd of bending reeds, their acid-green pungency filling his nostrils.

“Bring wealth and you will be served,” the cracking voice said. “Bring no wealth and you must serve. You can run as they all do to escape eternal servitude, but you will be hunted down.”

What does this mean? That to those who have will be given and to those who have not, what little they have shall be taken from them?

Not paradise, but eternal servitude!

This does not seem like a fitting reward for one who has been justified by Osiris in the Hall of Judgement.

Is having a soul free of guilt not enough to earn rest and eternal bliss? Does he have to buy paradise?

“So you choose to hide and run?” the unseen god thundered. “Then the demigods will come after you. Men and women with serpent heads. Lioness women. Jackal men. And you have nothing to protect yourself with because you are one who has brought nothing... ”

‘I still have my spear back there in the tomb,’ he thinks. ‘Shall I return for it?’

No. He’s come too far now.

Better to crawl in a wide circle around the being and keep going.

There must be other tombs, other new arrivals that have brought things too. A spear. Bow and arrows. A sword.

And gold - that might be useful in this place.

Other tombs.

He is shocked by his own thoughts. Is he going steal grave goods from a tomb?

He remembers the words that he recited to Osiris in the Negative Confession:

I have wronged none…

I have not stolen.

I have done no evil.

He has sworn these things before the Judge of the Dead in order to enter the Field of Reeds and now he is planning to commit the very sins he denied.

Is it his fate to become a tomb robber in heaven...?”

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Was Khufu really an ogre? Can we place faith in oral tradition in ancient history?

History's greatest monster?
I heard retired US Bishop Spong the other day telling the media that the Gospels were written around 70 years after the death of Christ, so how can we possibly trust in the exact words written down? 

Would you remember what you did 70 years ago?

It's a compelling argument at first glance, until you consider the way in which memory has evolved in humankind.

In an age where we can’t even remember a dental appointment, let alone what somebody said a year ago, we find it hard to believe that in ancient times, the human memory was a far more highly tuned machine.

We’ve gone from relying on using our minds to remember information to relying on papyrus, tablets, paper, computers and yes, back to tablets again… (and we’ll probably go back yet again to our minds as we move into an age of brain implants and human synthesis with computers).

Yet even a few generations back people remembered differently.

Didn’t you have a grandmother or grandfather who could recite whole poems, stories, songs, word for word, spoken conversations of long ago?

The fact is, in ancient times, people trained their minds to hold information and they relayed this information carefully over vast periods of time.

So maybe Khufu, builder of the great pyramid, really was an ogre who crushed his people, as tradition tells.

And maybe Cleopatra really did die from an asp’s bite.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Ancient Egypt's forbidden wisdom and power in 'The Forbidden Glyphs'.

British Museum

In the tradition of mystery adventure thrillers   'The Smiting Texts' and 'The Ibis Apocalypse'  ... 'The FORBIDDEN GLYPHS'...
Egypt’s Lost Library of secrets and technology. Trigger for a dangerous new age.
Imagine a cache of glyphs of unthinkable power.

Renegade Egyptologist Anson Hunter does. In fact, he has a controversial theory that somewhere in Egypt lies the Lost Library of Thoth, guarded by his consort the goddess Seshat.

In legend, this library contained all the forbidden knowledge of ancient Egypt, both human and divine, including secrets of lost technology that built the pyramids.

Anson’s theory throws him into conflict with international seekers who have dangerous agendas for the world.
To save a loved one, Anson Hunter must seek the forbidden glyphs in an ingenious lost sanctuary guarded by traps set by the calculating goddess Seshat.

For unseen dangers and forbidden texts, see

Monday, January 13, 2014

3 Egypt novellas that cross the boundaries of time... sci fi, fantasy, time travel

3 novellas that cross the boundaries of time

As well as my series of Egyptology adventure mystery novels, you can cross the boundaries of time with a range of shorter novels and novellas.
Here are three.


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

"Gleaming like the golden barque of Ra", a satellite probes the shadowy secrets of ancient Egypt. Fiction series.

Echoing Ra, the satellite rides in a sun-synchronous orbit

“This is a new view of Egypt,” he said. “Thanks to satellite technology.”

He clicked on a photograph of a satellite in space.

“This is a satellite gazing down on Egypt from an altitude of 570 kilometres. It gleams in the heavens like the golden barque of the sun god Ra, powered by sails in the form of outspread solar panels. Gold covers its 1.4-ton body like the flesh of the gods - a skin of gold-coated Mylar. Pure, imperishable gold not only protects it from corrosion on the outside. The sacred metal also forms its veins and nerves in gold wires and gold-plated electronic circuits and contacts for switches, relays and connectors.

“Echoing Ra, the satellite rides in a sun-synchronous orbit, and, from its inclination of 98 degrees, it sees Egypt below, in particular our focus for today, the most ancient burial ground said to be the legendary burial place of the Egyptian god of the dead, Osiris, and birthplace of the cult of death and resurrection. But unlike Ra in his other form as Aton the sun disk, the satellite does not send down rays ending in little beneficent hands to touch the land. Instead it sends a series of radio wave pulses at the rate of 1,700 per second to probe the density of objects on the ground and beneath the dry sand, which it collects in a backscatter of echoes. Then it ponders this knowledge, analyses it and communicates it to mankind through visions seen on a screen.

“It sees stone temples, chapels, mud-brick enclosures, boat graves – a fleet of fourteen 23-metre long boats marooned in an ocean of desert. It sees mounds of broken pottery, spoil heaps, the spectral signatures of tombs of the earliest kings...”

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Could Time Travel Terrorists stop Christianity? The daring target: the Christ child and family in exile in ancient Egypt

A daring premise: New sci-fi, time travel, fantasy fiction

Time-travel terrorists… drones… attackers with assault weapons racing through the Nile’s papyrus reeds… their target a boy king in ancient Egypt.

At stake, the future of civilization.

Who is their target?

No less than the vulnerable Christ child who travels with the holy family in Egypt until the age of seven, according to Coptic tradition.

Standing in their way, two young time jumpers, Salome and Callen of the Anti Time-Terrorist Strike Force.

They must stop a catastrophe that could affect billions of lives.

Sci-fi, ancient history and time-travel novella with a startling twist and revelation, EGYPT JUMP has the pace and immediacy of an enthralling movie script. 

Why have 'Time-Terrorists' targeted a mysterious boy king in Egypt's ancient past? NEW Fiction

'A fantasy sci-fic novella written with the pace and immediacy of an enthralling movie script'    

Thursday, January 2, 2014

The outspread wings of a camera-drone, disguised as an Egyptian vulture, take it into a spiral in the sky.

New Sci-Fi, Time Travel, ancient history novella

The outspread wings of a camera-drone, disguised as an Egyptian vulture, take it into a spiral in the sky.
It planes above a thicket of papyrus reeds at the edge of a great river.
A hidden camera in the drone sees with a wide-angle, high-resolution eye. It spots an ancient Egyptian sailboat fading in the dusk, and directly below, running figures in the reeds – a modern assault team with weapons drawn.
The attackers race through papyrus plants as high as a man's head. Reed stems and delta-shaped umbels slap against their combat gear...


Why have 'time-terrorists' targeted a boy king in ancient Egypt? Discover the answer in EGYPT JUMP.