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The Smiting Texts
THEY INTERCEPTED him as
he came out of Baltimore-Washington Airport, two men wearing suits and an air
of officialdom like a brisk cologne.
“Mr Anson Hunter, the
British Egyptologist?”
The Hathor Holocaust
AN EMAIL arrived at his
hotel, giving him an address in South Kensington and a caution:
‘Come alone. Take care
you are not followed. Change trains or taxis.’ It was a message from a
mysterious young woman who had ambushed him on a train to London.
The Ibis Apocalypse
“SORRY ANSON. Your search for the stela ends here.”
The voice of the woman funneled down the underground
passage, the echoes fluttering off the stone like startled bats. Anson Hunter,
alternative Egyptologist and theorist, felt a chill as the words reached his
ears. It was caused as much by the emotional separation in her voice as by its
distance.
HIDDEN EGYPT The Night of ANUBIS
SUNBOAT RA sat at the Nile quay in a burning haze of lights like a cake festooned
with candles.
Two lumbering shadows
broke out of the night, arriving like gatecrashers at a party. Covered trucks,
they pulled up hard and figures jumped out.Anubis. Isis. Osiris. Sobek. Maat.
Thoth. Horus. Nephthys.
Egypt Eyes
WHAT HAPPENED in the
Temple of Isis today?
I stepped straight out
of the dimly lit sanctuary and into a meaty hand that clamped around my mouth.
The hand muffled my gasp as I was yanked aside.
The Forbidden Glyphs
THE ARCHAEOLOGIST Anson
Hunter plummeted, tumbling uncontrollably into darkness.
Was it a tomb shaft he
was plunging down, he thought, feeling the darkness rip past his body?
The God Dig
Egyptian tour guides
will tell you that it’s good luck to walk in a complete circle around the Step
Pyramid of Saqqara.
It’s even luckier if
you’re able to run, Anson Hunter thought after two bullets in quick succession
spat dust from the ground at his feet
The Egyptian Mythology Murders
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 Obelisk Prophecy
Life, pulsating life!
It came
from above, like a scattering of falling stars.
On the
desert surface, archaeologists dragged a ground penetrating radar unit in a
grid pattern, passing over the exact spot where, aeons before, priests had
dragged a coffin on a sled to a secret underground tomb.
THE RA VIRUS TEXT MESSAGES FROM ETERNITY
This
graffito text appeared scratched in urgent letters across the wall of an
ancient Egyptian tomb.
WARNING!
ANCIENT GLOBAL THREAT
METEORITE-BORNE CONTAGION
ABANDON DIG ZONE
X Lucas.
False door was a trap.
Giulietta,
the excavation team leader and a university Egyptologist, was alone in the tomb
when she found it.
Her
bedrock belief in science and accepted reality crumbled at that moment like the
plastered wall in front of her eyes...
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