Sunday, March 30, 2014

'The Ibis Apocalypse' is a novel about the hidden power of ancient Egypt

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Popular Book Poster #2 - archaeology thriller The Ibis Apocalypse

One of the Anson Hunter novels ***** Amazon
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Thursday, March 27, 2014

The radiation scan - at a dose lethal for the living - blasted through her linen windings... 'The Egyptian Mythology Murders'

The Egyptian Mythology Murders - fiction on Amazon Kindle

The radiation scan - at a dose lethal for the living - blasted through her linen windings. It was like a penetration of sunlight warming the bones after the ache of the desert night.

The CT machine hummed. A spinning cylinder curved around the mummy’s head like a night sky arching over Egypt.

The sand-dry cells of the body, spread out in an undulating landscape on the CT tray, stirred in a sudden breath.

Life! Resurgent life! It eddied, thickened, mounted in force, blowing, gusting, then blasting through the mummy like a desert sand storm...



"Fiction that brings Egypt compellingly to life"

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Fiction that puts the mysterious pieces of ancient Egypt together - on Amazon Kindle

Enjoy riddles wrapped up in mysteries inside the enigma of ancient Egypt?

Sunday, March 23, 2014

'Lets you suspend disbelief.' The Roy Lester Pond Egypt fiction adventure collection

Dark ancient Egyptian secrets, shadowy global conspiracies today

This Christmas, take ancient Egypt adventure and mystery with you – on your iPhone, Kindle or iPad

"Fast-paced Egypt-based fiction compellingly brought to life"

The Egypt Adventure Thriller Series, featuring the alternative Egyptologist Anson Hunter:

The Smiting Texts (first in the series)

The Hathor Holocaust
The Ibis Apocalypse
The RA Boat Judgement
Egypt Eyes
The Forbidden Glyphs

Stand alone Egypt fiction with a touch of the paranormal:

The Egyptian Mythology Murders, The Obelisk Prophecy, The Egyptian Exhibition Murders
Text Messages from Eternity (sci-fi time travel)

Virtual Eternity: Journey through the Egyptian Underworld
Cleopatra, Tomb of the Undead Queen
And more...

Here on Kindle

Thursday, March 20, 2014

‘A museum is a dangerous place...’ from The Hathor Holocaust

The British Museum
Prince Khaemwaset, seeker of forbidden knowledge?

‘A MUSEUM is a dangerous place.’

Sir Flinders Petrie, pioneer British Egyptologist, first said those words, but today Anson was thinking them.

A man had followed him to the British Museum.

Who was he?

Petrie had been thinking about another kind of danger when he’d made his famous remark about the dangers of museums. The founder of modern scientific Egyptology had been alluding to the manner in which the early Cairo museum had dealt with a royal mummy fragment found at Abydos, a single, bandaged arm, covered in jewels, the only remains of First Dynasty king Zer.

The curators took the jewels and tossed the arm way, the earliest royal mummy remains ever to come to light. It was a mummy horror story to eclipse any devised by the most febrile imagination, Anson had always thought, but right at that moment his mind was on the other worry.

Anson went up the steps and between the Ionic-style columns into the building. He passed through a crowded reception hall to arrive in the Great Court beyond.

Above the court, a tessellated glass and steel roof spread out overhead like a vast, glowing net, catching clouds, blue sky and a spirit of illumination, while the round, central building swelled like an ivory tower of learning. He crossed the clean bright space before heading left to the door of the Egyptian section.

Inside the dimmer light of the hall, a group of school children crowded around the Rosetta Stone in its glass display case. Two little black girls peered inside, their heads close together as they examined the stone, their hair braided in cornrows. An African look, he thought. It linked his thoughts to Africa’s greatest river, the Nile, and to Egypt’s irrigated fields that bounded it and made Egypt the breadbasket of the ancient world.

He made for the sculpture gallery.

Egypt, both divinely monumental and naturalistic, surrounded him. Two statues of Pharaoh Amenhotep III, powerfully formed in dark granodiorite, flanked the entranceway to a hall, granting admittance, and inside, as stone slid by, other familiar sights came into view, a red granite lion with charmingly crossed forepaws, and further on, the statue of the Chief Steward Senenmut tenderly holding the daughter of Queen Hatshepsut, the little princess Neferure, on his lap - the child wrapped within his cloak and her face peeping out - then a soaring, crowned head of Pharaoh Amenhotep in the background. And people everywhere, creating a sound of buzzing like voices in a cathedral at prayer time.

But he barely saw or heard them. He paused at a figure standing on a pedestal near a wall on the right hand side, almost overshadowed by a colossal granite torso of Rameses the Great in the centre of the hall.

Khaemwaset, the priest-prince and magician.

Anson confronted the figure. The sculpture depicted the prince in a pleated kilt, stepping forward while holding a pair of emblematic staves at his sides. The conglomerate stone must have presented a technical challenge to the sculptor as it was shot through with multi-coloured pebbles. It made Khaemwaset look as if galaxies were exploding out of his chest.

A museum label said:

Red breccia standing figure... one of the favourite sons of Rameses II, the legendary Khaemwese…

The label used a variant spelling of the name Khaemwaset.

He looked up at the face. Intelligent, sensitive features, faintly saddened. An air as haunted as the face of the sphinx.

Anson silently interrogated the statue.

Open up, Khaemwaset. As one renegade to another, what do you really know? As a seeker of forbidden power, did you open the sanctuary of Hathor, provoking fiery destruction, plagues and pestilence on your father Rameses and his kingdom? Legend tells that you found the magical Book of Thoth, so why not the disc of Ra, too?

Egyptologists agreed on one thing. Prince Khaemwaset was a kindred spirit. ‘The world’s first Egyptologist’ they called him, as a result of the prince’s peculiar antiquarian interests. Khaemwaset lived a few thousand years before his time and had a fondness for digging up and restoring ancient tombs and monuments in the Memphis and Saqqara areas, some already more than a thousand years old at the time of his attentions. He did this he said, because of his ‘love of the ancient days and the noble ones who dwelt in antiquity and the perfection of everything they made’.

But another reason was his love and pursuit of secret, forbidden power. This led to his being venerated by future generations as a great magician and remembered in a cycle of stories. Khaemwaset, seeker of illumination, put a good official complexion on his activities by dedicating the exploration and conservation work to the honour of his vainglorious father, Rameses, yet he did not shy away from leaving his own name recorded on the monuments.

“I did not expect to see an alternative theorist looking up to the figure of an Egyptologist with such respect,” a voice said, interrupting his contemplation.

A man joined him and shared his inspection of Khaemwaset.

He was a Middle Eastern man with tight, curly hair and a widow’s peak and he had a whiff of tobacco smoke on his leather jacket.

He was the man who had shadowed him to the museum.

FOOTNOTE: Sadly, since writing this, museums truly have become dangerous places (for antiquities) in the strife torn middle east.

THIS HALLOWEEN, a wonderfully macabre ancient Egyptian mummy

British Museum
Did the ancient Egyptians go to their graves resting on a broken reed, believing in a non-existent eternity? 

He sometimes wondered if they had achieved some sort of ghostly existence within the withered husks of their remains, suspended, like their bodies, in stasis, where the relative motions of space and time no longer operated...

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

"A good read for Egyptophiles". The Hathor Holocaust

**** on Goodreads

"The HATHOR HOLOCAUST" second in the series of Ancient Egyptian adventure mystery thrillers.

Can a renegade Egyptologist stop the re-activation of an ancient apocalypse of plague, pestilence and global scorching?

An apocalyptic danger has arisen from the ancient past in Egypt today bringing a threat to the Middle East and also to the West - of plague, pestilence, fiery destruction and global scorching.
Anson Hunter, controversial, alternative Egyptologist, theorist, blogger and phenomenologist is the hero of this historical adventure novel with a rich mythological vein. Followed by Western Intelligence organizations, shadowed by a mysterious androgyne assassin, he must race to avert a crisis in a quest spanning USA, Britain and Egypt. Who is behind the plan to trigger an apocalypse? Neo-religionists, Torchbearers with a dangerous New Age agenda, Christian dispensationalists who are eager to bring on the 'end times' or radical Islamists with a hatred of the West?
In mythology, Ra Egypt's sun god, hurled an execration upon a rebellious humankind and, in a hot rage, despatched the scorching Eye of Ra, a holocaust sun in the form of the goddess Sekhmet, to destroy them. A marauding lioness, her breath spread pestilence and plague and her claws and teeth death as she swept through Egypt in an orgy of killing. Then Ra had second thoughts and halted her apocalypse.
But the execration had been uttered and it was always feared that the inherently unstable agent of destruction - the Female Soul With Two Faces - would one day return to finish off what she had started, cleansing the earth.

Monday, March 17, 2014

"WHAT IF...?" 7 hooks of Egypt-based adventure thriller novels

What if a powerful execration or curse used by the ancient Egyptian state as an esoteric weapon of destruction is activated against America today?

What if the scorching power of an ancient holocaust sun threatened today's world?
What if a stone book of power kept making its appearance in history at times of war and catastrophe and it emerged today?
What if an assembly of the world's top Egyptologists were taken over by invaders dressed as gods... to bleed them of their secrets?

What if satellite technology found a dangerous secret under the sands of Egypt?
What if conspirators raced to find Egypt's Lost Library of forbidden secrets and technology?

What if an afterlife conspiracy could shatter the belief systems of the world?

What if  you found out today on Amazon Kindle?

Saturday, March 15, 2014

***** Enjoyed any of these Egypt titles on Amazon? Love you to take a moment to rank your favourites!

The Roy Lester Pond fiction collection on AMAZON KINDLE

See The Anson Hunter series and my stand alone titles

Eye in the sky sees dangerous secrets beneath Egypt's sands. Adventure fiction

EGYPT EYES - “Be my eyes in Egypt,” she said. The celebrated young Egyptologist and space archaeologist Dr Constance Somers had once explored ancient Egypt’s lost treasures using satellite imagery. 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. A groundbreaking adventure and mystery fiction with an Egyptologist’s blogs and photos.

Ancient Egypt's impact on today - in adventure fiction

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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Fiction that "deserves a far wider audience than the Egyptology community"...

"Roy Lester Pond provides a sumptuous feast on which to devour multiple strands of Egypt's ancient past and potential future." Truth about Books


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Why does Intelligence call in an Egyptologist as US faces unknown threat?

Conspiracies involving the dangerous secrets of ancient Egypt

Anson Hunter is an alternative Egyptologist who theorises about dangers from the ancient past.

How do his investigations attract the attention of US Homeland Security, Mossad, British Intelligence - as well as Egyptian authorities, US New Age groups,  neo-pagan organisations and fundamentalist Christian organisations?

Discover why in the Egypt adventure series on Kindle and in paperback.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Adventure fiction that spans the archaeological sites of Egypt

Come under the spell of ancient Egypt...
Begin with the Smiting Texts, introducing fiction's witty, problem-solving Egyptologist Anson Hunter.  Followed by a series of novels as well as a range of separate, stand-alone fiction titles that span the mysteries of ancient Egypt.

Come under the spell at Amazon

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Reader invitation: Start "The Egyptian Mythology Murders" and see if you can stop...

"A gem."

Chapter 1

A female mummy from ancient Egypt lay outstretched inside a hospital scanning machine.

The British Museum had brought the mummy to St. Thomas’ Hospital for a non-invasive examination of the body beneath its wrappings.

“We’ll begin by doing the head and neck in two millimetre slices. I’m just relieved that nobody will have to give this patient the bad news that she’s terminal.”

The radiologist had made the joke to bridge the jarring disconnect between ancient death, wrapped up in magical spells, and the modern day machinery of medical imaging. 

The radiation scan - at a dose lethal for the living - blasted through the linen windings. It was like a penetration of sunlight warming the bones after the ache of the desert night.

The machine hummed. A spinning cylinder curved around the mummy’s head like a night sky arching over Egypt.

The sand-dry cells of the body, spread out in an undulating landscape on the CT tray, stirred in a sudden breath.

Life! Resurgent life! It eddied, thickened, mounted in force, blowing, gusting, then blasting through the mummy like a desert sand storm.

She opened one green eye to look out through a small gap in her wrappings.

“Shall we pipe in some comforting music for the patient?” a voice said outside the chamber.

A man laughed.

Her first thought was not a word, but a symbol, the glyph of union between a man and a woman...

Egypt-based adventure fiction that blurs the boundary between light and darkness

Dangers from the ancient past

Amazon Kindle and paperback

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

An archaeologist excavates his murdered father's past amid the ruins… ('The Smiting Texts’)

 An Egyptologist's life in ruins

They reached the door to his father’s apartment, not far from the Johns Hopkins University campus where the professor had once lectured, Anson Hunter and two Homeland men, Bloem and Browning.

They planned to force the door, but they didn’t need to.

“Someone has beaten us here,” Bloem said.

Anson hesitated. An image flashed through his mind. He pictured a false doorway from a tomb. A door that went nowhere. A magical door between two worlds, the living and the dead. This was such a door, he thought, although this one had a handle to open and bore a number in brass. His father, or some vestigial remains of his life, lay behind the door. Would it really admit him into some new knowledge or understanding of him? Now that his father’s life was over, would he finally make a contact of sorts? How he longed for that contact and had longed for it ever since he was a boy.

“You okay?” Bloem said to him. “Maybe we’d better go first.”


He must cross the threshold.

He reached out and pushed. The door swung open at a touch.

He expected to discover the presence of his father inside. Instead he found the wreckage of his father’s life. The apartment lay in chaos. Books, journals, papers, photographs, print outs, letters and scraps of papers littered every surface, scattered over table tops, a green leather topped desk, a trestle table, even strewn out on the carpeted floor.

They went inside.

The place was deserted and a quick check around the studio apartment left him feeling empty too.

He was stricken with a childlike loneliness and regret that this ruin was all that was left of his father.

But there were personal clues left around that struck Anson like a minor revelation. In the bathroom, he learnt that his father must have taken a toiletry travel kit to Egypt on his digs, for here was another set. He saw the brand of toothpaste his father used and the methodical way he squeezed the tube, rolling it up from the base, a bright red toothbrush sitting in a glass, an antique metal scrape shaver, a striped dressing gown hanging behind a door, intimate markers of a life that his father had denied his knowing. He felt like an intruder seeing secrets never meant to be seen by others and by him in particular.

Anson felt a grief come up in his chest for the first time. He fought it down. Stop, he told himself simply. You’ve got a job to do. But where would he begin?

Torn from shelves like an avalanche of erudition, lay hundreds of volumes on ancient Egypt, medieval Egypt, archaeology, mythology and magic, piled in heaps. He came back to the door.

“Either my father was not as methodical as his reputation,” he said, “Or this place has been turned over.”

It looked as if it had been hit by a howling windstorm. Even pictures had been torn off the walls. Framed illustrations of Egypt’s ruins by nineteenth century landscape artist David Roberts lay on the floor.

Anson looked around the place in wintry bemusement.

“Not burglars, I’m guessing.”

“They were searching for information.”

Approaching the personal effects and papers of the dead Egyptologist’s life was going to be like approaching an archaeological dig, he thought. Was this how his father had felt when approaching the excavation of a ruined site?

To go over this wreckage carefully almost called for the methodology of grid method excavation, he thought, groaning inwardly. To do it properly wasn’t just a matter of clearance. Like an archaeologist working on an excavation, he should probably establish relationships in time between the objects, a relative chronology and that almost meant calling on the same disciplines of stratigraphy and superimposition that his father wrote about using in his diggings. Maybe he should establish a datum point, like the desk where his father worked. Anson sighed. No time for that. This is my father’s apartment, not a tomb site.

Yet these personal books and papers were parts of his father and, like the body of the god Osiris, who had been ripped into pieces by his enemy, the intruders had scattered Emory Hunter’s life all over the floor...

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Amazing, pyramids further back in time to Cleopatra than she is to us today

"A modern journey into deep time..."

"Try picturing a line-up of Egypt’s rulers stretching into the distance...
Imagine we are moving past this assembly on a river of time, like a water ride in a theme park, journeying back to the first historical dynasties and earlier.

We’ll ignore more recent history - a string of one hundred and forty seven Ottoman rulers, fifty seven assorted Mamelukes, over one hundred Fatimid, Abbasid and non-Abbasid rulers, scores of Byzantine Period Christian rulers and a line of forty three Roman Emperors.

We’ll start with Cleopatra VII, for, although Greek, she actually went native, spoke the language and adopted the religion.

Ready? We’re off.

We build up momentum and Cleopatra glides by in her Love Boat, arm in arm with Marc Antony, her sails making the wind drunk with their perfume, but wait, there’s a cavalcade of Cleopatras and a fleet of fourteen Ptolemies stretching into the distance before we pass the monolith of Alexander the Great and the Macedonian kings.

Now the Persian hordes engulf us in the Second Persian period before we reach the last Egyptian born pharaoh, the magician-king Nectanebo II, working his magic on model wax ships floating in a bowl of water.

We’ve still got around two thousand, two hundred and seventy years to go before we get back to the pyramid age.

We travel through ten more dynasties and over fifty kings, including a detour of a hundred years as we see a line of Nubian, or Kushite, pharaohs mount the Horus throne, before we tumble into the darkness and chaos of the Third Intermediate Period.

Then we enter the New Kingdom and a new golden age in a line of three dynasties and thirty-three kings.

We rush by eleven Rameses kings alone, including Rameses the Great and his colossal seated statues at the Temple of Abu Simbel.

We see the boy king Tutankhamun posing for his golden mask. It’s still almost two thousand years before the pyramid age.

Now we pass the sun-drunk Akhenaten and Queen Nefertiti in their brand new city of Akhetaten mushrooming magically in the desert wilderness of Amarna, then a parade of other pharaohs, including multiple Amenhoteps.

And then it’s on to the Thutmosids and Pharaoh Thutmosis the Third in his chariot and blue war crown, leading his armies out of Thebes to conquer the Levant.

Moving back in time before Thutmosis, we find the female pharaoh Hatshepsut applying her strap-on symbol of kingship, a false beard.

Dynasties seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen and a parade of over ninety kings passes by - compare this with the mere sixty six monarchs of Britain.

We find ourselves in darkness and turmoil as we hit the Second Intermediate Period and the Hyksos conquest of Egypt. Foreign rulers take over for two centuries.

We rise on to meet classical times, an austerely refined age called the Middle Kingdom. Eleven pharaohs slide past in all their gravitas, including Amenemhat III, builder of the Great Labyrinth. 
Astoundingly, there’s still around eight hundred years to go before we get back to the Old Kingdom pyramid age.

Then a veritable chaos of kings tumble by, not quite ‘seventy kings in seventy days’ as in the first intermediate Period, but something very like it. We plummet into an age of chaos called the First Intermediate Period and we hear screams. It’s a horror section of three hundred years, where emaciated figures of death and famine leap out to terrify us like ghoulish animatrons.

As we regain speed, we come upon a line of thirty-six more kings. Dynasties six, five, four, three, two, one, flash past like numbers in a rapidly descending lift.

We have finally arrived at the age of the pyramid builders and the Early Dynastic period.
Worker hordes pitch stone pyramids like immense limestone tents on the plateau of Saqqara, including the Great Pyramid of Khufu and the Step Pyramid of Zoser.

We’re over five thousand years from our present day. But have we hit ground zero yet?

Not quite. Other shadowy kings, as many as thirteen, with names like ‘Crocodile’, ‘Catfish’ and ‘Scorpion’, are beginning to emerge from the darkness of prehistory. There seems to be an unknown number of basements beneath.

We have just reached the borders of myth and history… "

(Part of an address to a US audience given by Anson Hunter, renegade Egyptologist and theorist in my novel ‘The Ibis Apocalypse’…  Kindle and paperback