Saturday, November 8, 2014

His flashlight illuminated faces of a cow eared goddess carved into the columns. “What is this place?”

New fiction - The Cleopatra Death Conspiracy


A mysteriously chosen group, they had been driven to this unknown site in Land Cruisers by night, blindfolded.
The vehicles had departed, abandoning them, and they’d been led toiling up a rocky path on a mountain or cliff face and eventually admitted via low passages into some large underground vault where voices echoed in empty space.
When the blindfolds came off, it had revealed more darkness until they reached for their flashlights. Spurts of yellow beams began washing across columns in an ancient entrance hall.
Lawrence looked around, marvelling at the sight. His flashlight illuminated faces of a cow eared goddess carved into the columns.
“What is this place?” he said in an enthralled whisper.
Here, brought to life, was the setting of every historical fantasy he had ever wanted to write, every dream he ever dared to dream, every mystery he had ever wanted to believe in.
They had been brought here on the wishes of a dead man, James Hollister.
Before he died, the rich and cancer-ridden archaeologist had invited a group of chosen individuals to this secret location in Egypt.
The lure?
The execution of his last will and testament. Hollister would bequeath to them a great secret discovery, which, if ever revealed, would electrify the world.
A group of intrigued beneficiaries.