Tuesday, March 31, 2015

"Don't mess with me." Draconian ancient Egyptian authority

British Museum

Of course many take a less radiant view of Egypt. I had an email from an historian with a religious bent who took issue with my view of Egypt: 
 ‘Dynastic Ancient Egypt was not a land of allure, as you like to imagine; it was the most draconian civilization the world has ever known,’ he wrote. ‘Why can you not see it? The truth is there in the museum cases of the world, captured in the Egyptian paintings and carvings in wood or stone or on plaster of ordinary folk, the servant girl, the baker, the boatman, the seated scribe. The expression in their eyes, wide in their whites, is fear. They lived and died in terror. But if God punished this civilization as it was told in the Book of Exodus, why do you think you would have loved it?
‘Look at the carved Egyptian eye of Isis on the wall of a temple. Look at this eye of this goddess. You think it is a symbol of mystery, the single, feminine Egyptian eye in profile. Quintessential. But this black orb is not a symbol of allure; it is more like a dead planet in a pitiless universe. The oasis civilization of pharaonic Egypt was a hell where the sun beat down like a swordsmith’s hammer and reeds conspired in whispers at the edge of a river of tears. The land was hemmed in by deserts like the sides of a coffin and by a police, judicial, fiscal, priestly and bureaucratic system that arrested freedom like an image in diorite, the hardest of stone, which the carvers in the workshops shaped not with ease, as it seemed from their sublime achievements, but with the sacrifice of lifetimes. There is a reason why a people still celebrates their hasty exodus from this place with unleavened bread and bitter herbs 2000 years on. The Nazis of the twentieth century killed the Jews; the Ancient Egyptians ground their souls to stone dust…’ 

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Friday, March 27, 2015

Tomb of Mereruka, Saqqara. Inspiration for my very first Egypt fiction (young readers)

Me, Mereruka and Tomb Travellers, circa 1997 (Now re-released on Kindle)

DYNASTY Z... A primordial clash of humans, gods and demon demigods.

Opening excerpt

THE DEMON DEMIGODS surged through the Delta reeds.

They fell on our village, heavy infantry with padded armour, axes, khepesh sickle-swords and spears, as well as flaming torches. Their demigod-scent, sickeningly sweet, washed against the mud-brick houses of our Nile village and flooded down the alleys like streams from the banks of a broken dyke.

I grabbed the arm of a small girl at my side and ran between houses.

I heard a scream rise above the tumult like a panicked bird taking to the sky. My mother. She called out my name.

“Menes, run - fly to the reeds. Run!”

Run away to the reeds? When right in front of my startled eyes, an attacker’s blade fell on the neckof my poor old friend, the veteran bowman Pewero, and almost severed his head, while I stood holding the old man’s bow in my hands?

Chaos came with the attackers. There were screams, cries of warning and the drumming of feet. Villagers scattered, overturning baskets and smashing jars. Goats bleated, dogs barked and howled.

I turned to stone in the alley, along with the small girl beside me.

The khepesh-wielding demigod, with the body of old Pewero at his feet, fixed his eyes on me, at first human eyes like coals, then changing to the slivered pupils of a ram’s eyes in an animal’s head.

He was a broad-shouldered man with a ram’s head and spiral horns, yet the head of the ram kept burning and twisting into the visage of a man with a stubby beard.

Forever in a state of flux, the demon demigods were Lords of Manifestation, half-man and half-god. Born out of the licentiousness of the Neteru and the gods’ attraction to the beauty of the daughters of humankind, the Divine Misbegotten were a distortion of everything that was god and man. Because they were man and neter in equal measures, a civil war raged in their blood and their beings were locked and twisted in a perpetual struggle.

He raised his sickle-sword to strike at us.

This jolted me into action and I put an arrow to the bow. I saw fear invade the ram’s eyes as I bent the bow, drew the fletching to the anchor point of my chin and took aim.

A black, fleeing goat came bolting helter-skelter between the houses, its hooves flying. I glimpsed its darting shape from the corner of my eye and he saw it too. And then, before the command to release the arrow raced to my fingers on the bowstring, I saw the demigod shift. He cascaded from his human form towards the form of the running goat. This shift was said to be an action so fast that it was invisible to men, yet I saw it happen in a series of fluttering images.

I swung the bow and released the arrow, not at the demigod, but ahead of the fluttering images, leading my target. My arrow struck the goat high in the chest. Its forelegs crumpled without the creature giving a bleat, but now I saw the goat quiver and the demigod shifted again, this time departing the fallen goat and fluttering back towards his body. A cascade of images returned to the wall to manifest in a startled soldier who fell with a cry. My arrow pierced his body just above his armour padding.

The little girl at my side shrank against me.

A group of three attackers came upon us.

“There he is!” an ape-headed one chattered to others. “The godling child!”

In ancient Egypt the dead and the living lived in community

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Adventure Fantasy "HUNTING HATHOR"... "Great reading". 5 stars, Amazon

The lioness of destruction pursues humankind with claws and pestilence... then a hunter is given the impossible task of hunting her down.

A mythic novella. "Wonderfully clever and original."
Can one bowman hunt down and stop the Egyptian goddess Hathor-Sekhmet, sent by Ra to destroy humankind? Was it the most impossible mission in all of creation?
This novella first appeared in the archaeological adventure thriller The Smiting Texts,(as a tale within the novel) but is published here separately for lovers of mythology and ancient romance.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

AIDA on the harbour - reminds me of seeing Opera AIDA at Luxor, Egypt, some years ago.

Egypt on the far side of the world

News of the Opera Aida being performed in Sydney http://bit.ly/19dEjF7 reminds me of seeing it in the desert under Egypt's stars with the floodlit temple of Hatshepsut in the background... a few years back.
The stage setting - day after the Opera AIDA in the Valley of the Queens

Friday, March 20, 2015

Egypt to build new capital beyond Cairo? Imagine what might be found/built over!

I hope the builders of a new Egyptian capital remember this truth
I think about it every time I visit Egypt to research my novels.
“Underneath Egypt is ancient Egypt.”
It sounds like a statement of the obvious, but for me it’s a heady reminder of the hidden. What mysteries lie beneath, buried by thousands of years of drift sand and detritus?
It makes me imagine the soles of my shoes are ground-penetrating electrodes. (Or wish it.)
This is what inspires me to explore with the tools of fact (research) and imagination.
Is there still a Great Lost Labyrinth to be found? (as I dramatise in “The Smiting Texts”)
Is there a ‘holocaust sun’ of Sekhmet-Hathor lying hidden, ready to trigger an ancient apocalypse on humankind? (‘The Hathor Holocaust’)
Is there a forbidden stone Book of Thoth, a Destiny Stela, hidden in a sanctuary beneath the sands as I revealed in ‘The Ibis Apocalypse’?
And of course, under ancient Egypt, there is yet another layer, the underworld of Egypt, another mythological element that tantalizes me and lies beneath the surface of my ancient Egypt series of adventure thrillers – and other novels such as ‘The Delta Dilemma'.
Come join me on a dig in the Egypt of the mind.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Mythological thrillers, action adventures - Egypt based fiction

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Roy Lester Pond’s depth of knowledge as a writer of fiction on Egypt comes from a lifetime spent studying ancient Egypt and Egyptian archaeology. He and his wife Brenda have been to Egypt on numerous research trips. Roy is fascinated by the mystery of ancient Egypt and its potency and relevance for today’s world. ‘The Smiting Texts’ was his first archaeological thriller, followed by a series featuring renegade Egyptologist Anson Hunter, as well as other stand-alone adventures. Roy spent much of his life in Africa and now lives in Australia where, as an advertising Creative Director, he wrote internationally recognised campaigns for various causes, charities and brands. "Writing Egypt fiction was my second job in the beginning. Now it's my second career." Roy Tweets regularly about Egypt, adventure fiction and facts - at “Egyptsnippets”. 

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Monday, March 9, 2015

Mysterious ancient Egypt writing... in novels and novellas on Amazon Kindle

"The shadow side of ancient Egypt"

"Sharp fiction writing"

Friday, March 6, 2015

"HUNTING HATHOR" - "Great reading" 5-star Amazon Kindle. Adventure, Fantasy. Mythology.

The female soul with two faces, one a young woman, Hathor, the other Sekhmet, lioness of destruction

A Mythic Novella

Author’s note: This story first appeared as a tale within a novel in the archaeological adventure thriller ‘The Smiting Texts’, but is released here in a separate edition for lovers of mythology and ancient romance.

“This tale of an ancient hunter's fate to recapture the goddess of devastation in order to save Egypt is particularly beautiful. Wonderfully clever and original.” THE TRUTH ABOUT BOOKS

Hathor-Sekhmet was the goddess with two faces, one, Hathor, the Sweet One, goddess of sexual love, joy, music and intoxication, the other, Hathor-Sekhmet, the terrible lioness of annihilation, sent by Ra to destroy humankind for their rebelliousness.
In her marauding stage they called her The Confused One in the Night.
Were there times when Hathor slipped from one state to another? One phase, goddess of love, shining in her beauty, and the next a wild and dreadful lioness of destruction? What would it have been like to come across Hathor, the young woman, and not know that she hid another side?
A young bowman is given the impossible task of trying to hunt her down.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015


Who would win in the museum visitors' popularity stakes?

Parents, and anyone who has ever taught children, would know the difficulty of choosing a winner.

But I suspect it wouldn't be much easier with adult museum visitors.

I know that my mummy children's novels, such as The Mummy Monster Game (The Mummy's Revenge) have always been popular). (Now also on Kindle, written as Roy Pond, rather than Roy Lester Pond for adults).

But 'The Egyptian Mythology Murders' for adults is also a favourite.

What do you think?