Saturday, April 30, 2016

My 'writer's storyboard' for "THE EGYPTIAN MYTHOLOGY MURDERS" (Kindle Fiction)

Writer's storyboard - visualizing some elements helps make a project real through the long months of writing

What comes first - the book or the movie?
As a Creative Director in advertising, I've learnt to think visually. As a result, I like to do a book storyboard using Googled photos - like this opening scene
This approach helps to achieve a heightened sense of reality - as important for the author to sustain enthusiasm overvthe long months of writing  as it is to the reader living the story.
I've almost shot the movie BEFORE I've written the book.

Excerpt from The Egyptian Mythology Murders

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...

What awaits down the corridors of time? THE RETRONAUTS

Available on AMAZON KINDLE

Cross a threshold to ancient Egypt's unknown THE DOOR OF THOTH


DYNASTY Z-e-r-o. A window into a mythic struggle of men, gods and demigods before the pharaohs


Friday, April 29, 2016

“Underneath Egypt is ancient Egypt”. Modern thriller series takes you there.

Statement of the obvious, or a heady reminder of the hidden mysteries beneath your feet?
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 they were.)

This is what inspires me to explore with the tools of fact (research) and the imagination.

Is there still a Great Lost Labyrinth to be found? (As dramatised in “The Smiting Texts”.)

Is there a ‘holocaust sun’ of Sekhmet-Hathor lying hidden, ready to trigger disaster? (‘The Hathor Holocaust’.)

Is there a forbidden stone Book of Thoth, a Destiny Stela, hidden in a sanctuary beneath the sands as 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 adventure thrillers.


Enter the mystery on Amazon Kindle

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Wooden Tomb Soldiers (Response to Eric's Guide to Ancient Egypt)

You may enjoy meeting those Egyptian wooden soldiers in my fiction "Toy Egypt".

('Toy' in the tile is ironical by the way  - these little men were anything but toys!)

On Amazon Kindle (and paperback)

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Monday, April 25, 2016

"For fans of Indiana Jones and Stargate"... Grab these adventure and mystery thrillers on Kindle

"Dive into" Roy Lester Pond fiction on Amazon Kindle

ROY LESTER POND Egypt, Mystery & Adventure Fiction Collection
“Compellingly brought to life in modern day Egypt… The Smiting Texts is a fast paced adventure story that will pull you in and won’t let go, even after you turn the last page.

The Smiting Texts was a very enjoyable read which fans of Indiana Jones and the Stargate franchise would do well to dive into."

- Read Between The Lines

***** 5 stars, Amazon
"I loved the book... such a great writer! It really fulfilled all my requirements for a great read. Knowledge of Egypt is astounding" - Amazon reader

Saturday, April 23, 2016

World Health Org epidemiologist trapped in ancient Egypt during plagues of Amenhotep III and Akhenaten period.

"The Ra Virus" (Amazon Kindle)

This adventure thriller also appears in a collection THE DOOR OF THOTH


Thursday, April 21, 2016

An Egypt adventure thriller series opening I enjoyed writing - 'THE IBIS APOCALYPSE'...

It hurtled down the ramp of a tomb passage... a cubic man forming a crushing volume in stone (opening scene The Ibis Apocalypse)

Ibis catacomb, el-Ashmunein, Egypt

“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. Her voice was startlingly removed. It was also hard and cold. A few minutes earlier she had been a companionable presence at his shoulder. Now this. She had deserted him, stealing back up the ramp of the passage.
A rumble of thunder came to deepen his puzzlement and then a screech, the sound of stone moving over stone, grinding, scouring. He felt a tremble under his feet. He spun his flashlight. The abrasion grew to a roar that made his eardrums cower.
A slab of darkness surged out of deeper darkness. His beam flared on a block of granite in a humanoid shape. A man mountain. It was a stone block with a carved head on top… a colossal block-statue of a High Priest of Thoth, weighing tons.
The cubic man, with head, feet and hands protruding, squatted on a base with his knees raised and arms folded across them under a cloak to form a crushing volume in stone.
In the turmoil, the passage trembled and so did Anson.
The wigged and bearded face on top of the block wore a
smile that belied the missile’s crushing intent as the statue shuddered over the floor. Hieroglyphs on the front of the block leapt into Anson’s vision like an execration hurled at him, a spell to obliterate an intruder.
The attack of the granite rock slide turned him to stone.
He had seen the block statue earlier, bulking at the head of the passage, and, fearing a trap, had urged his female companion to step over a granite flagstone in the floor, fearing it might trigger disaster.
But she had slipped back and deliberately set it off.
Now he understood the reason for the vast corridor and the ramped floor that plunged into the earth. It was built to speed the massive plug on its rush down the passage.
The cubic man gathered momentum and the sound of tortured stone assaulted his ears as he felt a blast of arriving air hit his body. It felt like a train coming down a tunnel.
He could never outrun it.
Then what?
A glance told him there was no room in the passage to jump clear. That left one option. Jump on board the block statue before it gathered more speed. Go along for the ride.
Instead of fleeing, he went to meet his fate and the stony smile on the face seemed to spread.
Jump! Hold on to the head.
The throaty roar of the slab filled his ears and sparks showered from its base.
He sprang like a suicide throwing his body into the path of a train.
The stone mass slammed into his body. He lost his torch and his wind in the impact. The polished surface tried to repel him and he felt his body skidding. He threw his arms out and hooked them around the pyramidal bulge of the block-priest’s wig, clamped on tight.
He rode the human slab in darkness broken by sparks showering upwards to illuminate sliding passage walls. The flicker revealed the statue’s brutal face and stone ears curved like bowls against the wig. The grind and screech of the block’s descent sent shock waves through the core of the colossus and it seemed to be shaking underneath him as if in a rage.
The slab thundered on. It was as if the priestly defender of the tomb were trying to sweep him off by speed alone.
Down, down Anson slid, riding a rock fall on a journey through the darkness of an underworld.
He had clung to ancient Egypt all of his life and now he was hanging on to it for his very life, not to its mystery or allure or its esoteric beliefs, but to its concrete monumentality.
He never imagined it would end like this in the hell of screaming, spark-showering stone, betrayed by a woman he trusted. Yet this was where his journey had always been going.
His obsession to find a stone book called the Destiny Stela, inscribed with the most dangerous texts ever composed, was carrying him to destruction.

The opening scene from my Egypt adventure thriller “The Ibis Apocalypse” (Amazon Kindle and paperback – third in the Anson Hunter Adventure series following The Smiting Texts (Hardcover and paperback only) and “The Hathor Holocaust” (Amazon Kindle & Paperback). All feature renegade alternative Egyptologist, theorist, phenomenologist and avid blogger Anson Hunter.

The Anubis Intervention - see the complete series...

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

ENTRY POINT to a 7-book mystery thriller series with an archaeological theme

Begin the series here on AMAZON KINDLE

THE SMITING TEXTS.  (An Anson Hunter novel)

A clash of superpowers… ancient Egypt and modern America (Out in Kindle). First in a series of Egyptology adventure mystery thrillers.

The murder of an Egyptologist rings alarm bells with the US Department of Homeland Security. Before he knows it they co-opt his son, controversial historian Anson Hunter, into an investigation that has stunning implications for US security. Yet soon their search attracts the attention of radical Islamists as well as the Egyptian authorities. Dark suspicions surface, suspicions that Anson's father found evidence of a secret that will shake the foundations of every major world religion.  Soon, whichever way they turn, Anson and his team find themselves trapped in a labyrinth of intrigue and menace that becomes too hideously real. Anson Hunter's special knowledge as an alternative Egyptologist, theorist and phenomenologist may be the key to stopping a catastrophe.

THE HATHOR HOLOCAUST. (An Anson Hunter novel)

Can a rogue Egyptologist stop an ancient Egyptian apocalypse of plague and global scorching? (Available in Amazon Kindle edition and paperback.) 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.

THE IBIS APOCALYPSE. (An Anson Hunter novel)

Ancient Egypt’s forbidden power… the world’s fate written in stone. (Amazon Kindle and paperback.) Third in the series of Egyptology adventure mystery thrillers after 'The Smiting Texts' and 'The Hathor Holocaust'...Was Egypt's magical Book of Thoth originally carved in stone - on a stela - rather than written on a scroll? Anson Hunter, controversial alternative Egyptologist and theorist, is obsessed with locating the forbidden Stela of Destiny before the wrong people get hold of it. The Stela, or stone book, of Thoth, Egypt's god of magic, is the most powerful and malefic source of esoteric texts ever written. The texts bring frightening power but also a terrible backlash. Twice in history the contents have come to light - the first time in the reign of Rameses the Great, linked with the Plagues of Egypt and the suffering of the Hebrews, and in 1939 when a German Egyptologist took rubbings of the stone texts to Hitler's Germany before the horrors of World War II. Israeli Intelligence and its allies in the USA become alarmed when the Destiny Stela threatens to break into history once again. As they are all too aware, the Stela of Destiny is the Holy Grail for organisations and conspirators with dangerous political and religious agendas, both in the USA and in Europe. Anson embarks on an investigation under the cover of shooting a screen documentary, pursued by enemies and shadowed by striking Israeli Mossad agent Zara Margolin and suspicious Egyptian authorities, in a hunt that covers USA, UK and secret archaeological sites in Egypt. Can he find and penetrate the deadly series of chambers of the Sanctuary of Thoth that guards the Stela of Destiny before a dangerous new dawn breaks for humankind? 'The Ibis Apocalypse' is a danger-fraught adventure that unfolds against the background of ancient Egypt's enthralling legend and mythology.

THE RA BOAT JUDGEMENT (An Anson Hunter novel)
Can one renegade archaeologist, Anson Hunter, save the world’s top Egyptologists in ‘Rising of the Nile Gods’?

Mysterious boat invaders take over a congress of Egyptologists aboard SUNBOAT RA, a luxury Nile cruise vessel, then force them to confess their secrets.
Who are the invaders masked as the golden gods of Egypt? Criminals? Neo-pagans? Fundamentalist ideologues? Some secret masonic-style conspirators with ancient Egypt and the mystery religions as their impetus?

Or have the gods of Egypt risen against Egyptology?
And what is the astounding secret discovery the invaders are so determined to unearth from the delegates?
Could the revelation have consequences for all of humanity?

EGYPT EYES (An Anson Hunter novel)

“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 ground-breaking adventure and mystery fiction with an Egyptologist’s blogs and photos.

THE FORBIDDEN GLYPHS (An Anson Hunter novel)

Imagine a cache of writings 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.

THE GOD DIG (An Anson Hunter novel)

Read this novel of adventure and archaeology and decide… was ancient Egypt the root of religion and belief in the afterlife?
When a friend and radical theorist is murdered, independent Egyptologist Anson Hunter is torn between wanting to discover the truth and dreading the answers.
Was his friend right about a conspiracy to suppress an ancient secret and is the explosive evidence hidden somewhere in Egypt?
Anson faces a convergence of hostile elements - emissaries of the three book-based religions, antiquity thieves, radical Islamists and former government officials as well as New World Order conspirators.
A secret archaeology investigation in Egypt. A suppressed ancient secret that threatens the world’s stability and belief systems.

And now a new novella in the series

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Renegade Egyptologist and theorist Anson Hunter is dealing with two black dogs in his life.
The first black dog keeps appearing on a riverside walk, straining on a lead behind a young woman... a girl he recognizes as a famous Oxford Egyptologist and documentary television presenter.
Is she trying to attract his attention?
The other dog is a bad bout of the ‘black dog of depression’, something that has plagued him for most of his life, not helped by his rejection by mainstream Egyptology.
Which dog will lead Anson into greater peril in this mystery that reaches its climax in a forbidden sanctuary in Egypt?

"There's a precedent for this," she said. "Seth cut the body of Osiris into 14 parts..." THE OBELISK PROPHECY

New novel in the series


The bleak atmosphere of the stainless steel zone wrapped itself around them like the cold stink of formalin.

“You recognize him?” the morgue technician said after sliding out the tray for the two visitors, a young man and woman, a policeman from a London antiquities unit, Jon Lawlor, and a young British Museum curator and Egyptologist, Jennefer Jollife.

She tried not to breathe in the chilling air. It was like looking at cuts in a butcher’s shop, the severed portions of the body arranged to the best advantage on a tray. Yet the expression on the dead man’s face made him appear to be resigned to his fate, almost as detached from the situation as the head was from its body.

She felt a choking grief. Martin had been a mentor, a kindly light in her sea of inexperience when she had begun as a junior curator in the multi-universe of civilizations that made up the British Museum.

“Which part of him?” Jon said. “The arms, hands, legs, feet, head…?”

Jennefer looked at Jon with her wide-spaced eyes that some took for innocence but they were the wideness and watchfulness of a falcon’s stare. He was showing his characteristic levity, she thought frowning. This was no time or place for it.

“That’s him all right,” she said. “Professor Bailey. I worked with him at the British Museum. This is too horrible. Poor Martin.”

“Some kind of elaborate suicide, no doubt,” Jon said, undeterred. She had long ago nicknamed him Metro Man, a good-looking London metrosexual and sharp dresser, with slightly thinning hair, who liked to belie the sharpness of his mind. “I see what’s happened here. This man threw himself on a stack of carefully arranged blades. Or maybe he did it piece by piece. Tricky lopping off pieces of yourself one at a time until you get to your head, but then you’ve got a bit of a problem with no arms.”

“This is hardly the time for levity, Jon.”

Jennefer regarded him with almost as much horror as she did the remains on the tray.

She had to remind herself once again. This was Jon’s way of working. He liked to voice the impossible first ‘to get it out of the way so that he could move on to the possible and probable,’ he’d say, but sometimes his outrageous theorizing made her stretch her mind and question her grasp on reality.

Was it possible? Could she entertain the idea for a second that this was a case of suicide?
The gruesome body parts said no.

Quite impossible.           

“This has to be murder. Worse, an execution.”
“You think?”

She shuddered. Catching a whiff of mortality, she moved a little closer to Jon. He had a relieving tang of an aftershave or a bracing liquid soap.

As a museum curator, she was used to setting out objects and ideas neatly and carefully and labelling them correctly. Clean swept and willowy, even her beauty was ordered, her long hair drawn back on one side of her head and allowed to tumble in curls on the other side of her face.

“There is of course a precedent for this,” she said. “The Egyptian devil-god Seth murdered his brother Osiris and cut the body into fourteen pieces. It's almost as if this is designed to echo an event in mythology.”

“A murder in fourteen parts,” Jon said. “Interesting, Jennefer. If the Professor didn’t do this to himself, then who did? A rival academic, jealous of his research?”

“Seriously,” she said.

“A scholarly terrorist who’s read up on mythology?” 

“Not even terrorists butcher people this way.”

The technician cleared his throat and glanced at the young lady.

“One body part was missing,” the technician said. “Thirteen pieces were found.”

“Being a female, she’s probably spotted that essential missing part already,” Jon said.

“That confirms it,” she said. “When Seth cut Osiris into fourteen pieces, he threw one piece into the River Nile.”

“Which piece?” He was making her say the word.

“The penis.”

He winced.

“Hate that word. So, a mythological copycat killing,” he said.

She shook her head.

“More complicated and sinister than that. Such an elaborate execution is sending a message....” 

Monday, April 18, 2016

The darkness heaved around them... "It's a trap!" 'The Cleopatra Death Conspiracy'

A lost sanctuary in Egypt…
The darkness heaved around them and they staggered as a blast rocked the sanctuary, followed by the crash of falling stone.

“It’s a trap!” Kane said.

The explosive charge had collapsed the entrance, sealing them underground.

“What the hell?” Rafe said.

“Why bring us all the way here to do this?” It was Delta, the American archaeologist. She was indignant rather than afraid.

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 fluttering 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.

Lawrence, a writer of historical fantasy fiction, including a novel about Cleopatra, surveyed his companions, five men and one young woman.

Ian, a British archaeologist and expert on Ptolemaic Egypt and especially on the reign of Cleopatra.

Delta, a US University Egyptologist, who had written a popular work on ‘Cleopatra: The Real Woman’, a young academic whose only concession to glamour was a pair of golden stud earrings in the shape of tiny Egyptian scarab beetles, symbolising the renewal of life.

Rafe, an adventurous filmmaker who had made a documentary about the underwater search for Cleopatra in the harbour of Alexandria, and Kane, a Chicago police detective who had featured in a new television ‘cold case’ homicide investigation into the mysterious death of the great queen in history.

And finally their guide and the executor of the dead man’s will, a bulky Greek-Egyptian lawyer from Alexandria who went by the name of Tasso. He was bizarrely dressed for the excursion in a white suit.

“Gather round, my friends, and look here,” Tasso said. He produced a large format phone from a coat pocket and flicked on an oblong glow in the gloom. He chose the camera icon and pressed ‘play’ using an oily thumb.

“What are we looking at?” the policeman Kane said.

“A final message recorded by my client.”

An image filled the screen of a haggard man lying in the bed of a palliative care ward, tubes snaking from his body.

“He’s made a video selfie for us,” Lawrence said.

“Welcome to a great mystery,” the dying man addressed them. “There is a common denominator between you all, if you haven’t already guessed. Yes, I am talking about Queen Cleopatra...”

Excerpt from "The Cleopatra Death Conspiracy".
Fiction on Amazon Kindle

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Will Nefertiti step out of the shadows in 2016?

As the world waits... meet her and Akhenaten in this newly released adventure thriller on Amazon Kindle 

 ‘The PHARAOH PLAGUES’ combines ‘THE RA VIRUS’ with a new, continuing adventure set in the revolutionary age of Akhenaten and Nefertiti, ‘THE ATEN SCOURGE’.

Is missing archaeology team member Lucas Burrows trapped in Egypt’s ancient past during an age of fear – and sending warning messages to today through the archaeological layers of time?


The impossible graffito message appears in a newly found Egyptian tomb, along with a modern biohazard symbol.

Who sent it?

What mysterious plague has hit the population of Egypt in the reign of Pharaoh Amenhotep III and his young co-regent, the sun-struck Akhenaten? Why is it seen as a judgement by the angry sun god Ra?

Lucas, a physician and World Health Organisation expert on pandemics, must find its source and the antidote in time to save the ancient past and the future.

Especially when his lover, the lustrous Italian-born Egyptologist Giulietta, is exposed to the deadly contagion. Can he warn her in time and save her and can they ever hope to be reunited?

“Roy Lester Pond joins my favourite Egypt authors like Christian Jacq.”

“A furious pace keeps the reader engrossed.”- Goodreads.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016


Mythic fiction

Here, among my range of twenty-something titles are those with a strong mythological flavour:



 See them on AMAZON KINDLE

ANCIENT EGYPT & PARANORMAL style fiction on Kindle

A strong sense of the unknown

If you like a twist of the unknown, here are a range of titles with a paranormal flavour:





SHABTI The Egyptian Soul Slave Mystery (Short story)

Probe into the unknown on Amazon Kindle

ANCIENT EGYPT & INVESTIGATIVE style fiction on kindle

Investigative and archaeological adventure thrillers

"THE SMITING TEXTS reads with the personal, narrative pull of a private eye novel,"one reviewer said about the first in my renegade archaeologist series featuring Anson Hunter.

Here are several titles with a strong, investigative flavour:

(Anson Hunter titles)


THE EGYPTIAN MYTHOLOGY MURDERS (investigative paranormal series)

Investigate them on AMAZON KINDLE

SCI-FI & ANCIENT EGYPT titles on Amazon Kindle

Ancient Egypt  with a twist of the unknown
Among my range of titles on Amazon Kindle, here are a few with a strong flavour of scifi, time travel and fantasy.


Take a look on Amazon Kindle

Monday, April 4, 2016

SHABTI The Egyptian Soul Slave Mystery

New cover launching, new edition. AMAZON KINDLE

Shabtis, or ‘Answerers’, were eerie servant statues placed in ancient Egyptian tombs.

Wrapped in inscribed spells, they were bound by magic to answer dutifully when called upon by their owners to serve them in the afterlife...

A man today wakes up in a motel bed in shock. He discovers ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs tattooed meticulously around his torso, like an inscribed shabti statue.

Who did it? And what is the motive? A shocking act of revenge? Or something more sinister?

Intriguing mystery short fiction with an ancient Egyptian twist of the unknown

Friday, April 1, 2016

"Roy Lester Pond joins my favourite Egypt authors like Christian Jacq." Goodreads

"A furious pace keeps the reader engrossed."
New expanded issue: (formerly The Ra Virus, now includes The Aten Scourge)

Goodreads reader review:

"This is a novella set in Ancient Egypt with a twist. Lucas Burrows is an epidemiologist who is is in Modern Day Egypt assisting an archaeological team. Lucas is at the archaeological site along with his girl friend, a well known Egyptologist Giulietta.

While exploring the site, Lucas disappears through a trapdoor and is presumed lost. But Lucas is mysteriously transported to the same site, now in Ancient Egypt is a bit of going through a temporal warp or simply, time travel. If you cannot handle this, go no further and seek other genre of books.

If you are reading this, I presume you can handle a little bit of SciFi and give the author some literary leeway.

One day, a modern day message appears at the dig site apparently from ancient times. The message warns of an ancient pathogen likely to create havoc in modern times as well. There is a possibility that the message was from Lucas trying to warn folks in the modern day.

This novel is all about Lucas's adventure in ancient Egypt. The author maintains a furious pace all through... keeping the reader engrossed. Very readable... Roy Lester Pond joins my list of favorite authors dealing with Ancient Egypt like Christian Jacq."

- Amazon Kindle