Friday, November 24, 2017

MURDERS By The Gods! New Holiday murder mystery reading on Kindle



A STRING OF MURDERS WITH THE FINGERPRINTS OF THE GODS...

Members of a group of nine Egyptology scholars, experts on ancient Egyptian mythology, are mysteriously dying, one by one.
Together they once hounded a famous rival mythologist to ruination and a deathbed. Are they now paying for it?
His fiercely loyal daughter, a young university Egyptologist, is co-opted by a cynical detective on the case to consult in the investigation.
Just as the remaining scholars are coming together for a public forum, a summit called ‘The Gods Seminar’ where as judges they must vote to separate myth from history by dropping different coloured beads into jars.
But are they voting for their own doom?
And can the murder investigation separate fact from fiction in time - before they all die?


Monday, November 20, 2017

"Do you think I'm channeling a gallery of vengeance-seeking Egyptian gods?" Krysten said.



“Do you really think I’d be helping your investigation if I was running around channeling a gallery of vengeance-seeking gods?” Krysten said.

Detective Calvin Bruce gave her a stare.

“Your fierce loyalty to your father might explain it,” he said. “Along with that weird obsession of yours for irony and being a crazy, whacked-out academic.”

NEW. MURDERS BY THE GODS by Roy Lester Pond. Now on Amazon Kindle. Murders... with the fingerprints of the gods.


 

Sunday, November 19, 2017

NEW Book Poster "MURDERS BY THE GODS" 'Seductively mysterious Egypt'




A string of murders with the fingerprints of the gods.

Who was murdering America's Egyptologists?  

Modern day murder mystery fiction... mysteriously seductive ancient Egypt.

Here on Amazon Kindle 



Saturday, November 18, 2017

NEW - "MURDERS By the Gods. Who was Murdering Egyptologists?"




MURDERS BY THE GODS...





Members of a group of nine scholars, experts on ancient Egyptian mythology, are mysteriously dying, one by one.

Together they once hounded a famous rival mythologist to ruination and a deathbed. Are they now paying for it?

His fiercely loyal daughter, a young university Egyptologist, is co-opted by a cynical detective on the case to consult in the investigation.

Just as the remaining scholars are coming together for a public forum, a summit called ‘The Gods Seminar’ where as judges they must vote to separate myth from history by dropping different coloured beads into jars.

But are they voting for their own doom?

And can the murder investigation separate fact from fiction in time - before they all die?

"MURDERS BY THE GODS" New Egypt murder mystery on Kindle




Modern day crimes with ancient echoes... in the mysterious MURDERS BY THE GODS.

READ IT ON AMAZON KINDLE

Friday, November 17, 2017

NEW. "MURDERS By the Gods. Modern crimes, ancient echoes





NEW. "MURDERS By the Gods. Modern mystery, ancient echoes



MURDERS BY THE GODS...



Members of a group of nine Egyptologists, experts on mythology, are mysteriously dying, one by one.

Together they once hounded a famous rival mythologist to ruination and his deathbed. Are they now paying for it?

His fiercely loyal daughter, a young university Egyptologist, is co-opted by a cynical detective on the case to consult in the investigation.

Just as the remaining scholars are coming together for a public forum, a summit called ‘The Gods Seminar’ where as judges they must vote to separate myth from history by dropping different coloured beads into jars.

But are they voting for their own doom?

And can the murder investigation separate fact from fiction in time - before they all die?



Saturday, November 4, 2017

CYBER EGYPT... “RUN... against a deadly gauntlet of the gods...”

"Hits the ground running" - Amazon Kindle



Eight very different people are chosen to road test ‘CYBER EGYPT’, an ancient Egyptian virtual reality simulator housed in a complex on the estate of tech billionaire Brandon Drake, a lifelong lover of Egypt’s past.

Then, shockingly, a journeyer dies... really dies...

They are in a race against time and a struggle against the guardians and monsters of the underworld as well as against each other.
Enthralling action adventure fiction that hits the ground running.



Anson dealt his iPhone into the middle of the table like an unlucky playing card (The Guerilla Archaeologist)



Can a renegade archaeologist save the world's greatest Egyptologists invaded on a shipboard congress?



The jackal-god growled through his mask. 

   “Place all mobile telephones in the centre of your tables. The only texts we shall think about tonight are ancient ones. Every single telephone! If we find one hidden on you, you will pay.”

    The dinner guests dug into pockets, purses and handbags. 

    Anson dealt his iPhone into the middle of the table like an unlucky playing card...

Fourth book in the Anson Hunter adventure archaeology series.




Friday, November 3, 2017

Like Tutankhamun, WHAT WOULD YOU TAKE WITH YOU to the next life?

A Well-Stocked Tomb.

We know the ancient Egyptians had a firm conviction that you could take it all with you when you died, provided your worldly goods were placed in your tomb with you. Food, wine, furniture, games, weapons, treasures... 
They believed that the afterlife would be a continuation of life on the Nile, only better, but with the same sorts of challenges.
Now imagine if we died and woke up in the next world to learn that they were right - only the ancient Egyptians owned any stuff. 
The rest of us arrive empty-handed. 
Mind you, not many ancient Egyptians retained their worldly goods for long with the systematic depredation of tomb robbers and of archaeology.
Picture it.
It's the Field of Reeds and a man is running plish, plash, plish  in the shallows of the riverbank in the dawn mist.
We are born alone, we die alone and we arise again alone and he is alone now, peering through the mist for another sign of life after death.
Reeds whip against his legs and body. Do scaly crocodiles lurk in here? Surely not. These are the fields of Aaru, not the menacing underworld that he has just passed through. That guardian-haunted journey of gateways, passages and passwords of the night still cling to him like a nightmare does to the newly awakened and he puts on a spurt to distance himself further from it.
Yet he longs for a weapon to defend himself.
Something. A rock. Even a stick in case he has to fight off an unknown terror.
His instinct for protection tells him to be afraid, yet he wonders what he should ever have to fear in this place. Then he recalls that here in this realm of the Field of Reeds men walk among the gods and demigods.
He hears a cracking voice that seems to bend the reeds like a breeze with its force.
“Who enters the reeds? And what riches and offerings do you bring with you?”
‘Riches?’ he thinks.
He is a poor man, a tomb guard, and he went to his grave with only a basket of food, his spear and a jar of beer, which he left behind when he ran out of the open tomb mouth to emerge into the dawn of another world.
Almost too late, he sees a figure standing in the mist like a statue. It is a giant, grim-faced being wearing a skull gap and a tightly fitting gown.
A neter, or god. Or perhaps a demi-god.
The air thins and chills and he smells a curious odour like burning gum. The perfume of divinity. The entity wears a thin curled beard and holds the symbol of a god in his hand. An axe like a flag on a long pole.
The running man drops to his belly and lies still in shallow water, plunged into shock and cold, amid a crowd of bending reeds, their acid-green pungency filling his nostrils.
“Bring wealth and you will be served,” the cracking voice said. “Bring no wealth and you must serve. You can run as they all do to escape eternal servitude, but you will be hunted down.”
What does this mean? That to those who have will be given and to those who have not, what little they have shall be taken from them?
Not paradise, but eternal servitude!
This does not seem like a fitting reward for one who has been justified by Osiris in the Hall of Judgement.
Is having a soul free of guilt not enough to earn rest and eternal bliss? Does he have to buy paradise?
“So you choose to hide and run?” the unseen god thundered. “Then the demigods will come after you. Men and women with serpent heads. Lioness women. Jackal men. And you have nothing to protect yourself with because you are one who has brought nothing... ”
‘I still have my spear back there in the tomb,’ he thinks. ‘Shall I return for it?’
No. He’s come too far now.
Better to crawl in a wide circle around the being and keep going.
There must be other tombs, other new arrivals that have brought things too. A spear. Bow and arrows. A sword.
And gold - that might be useful in this place.
Other tombs.
He is shocked by his own thoughts. Is he going steal grave goods from a tomb?
He remembers the words that he recited to Osiris in the Negative Confession:
I have wronged none…
I have not stolen.
I have done no evil.
He has sworn these things before the Judge of the Dead in order to enter the Field of Reeds and now he is planning to commit the very sins he denied.
Is it his fate to become a tomb robber in heaven...?”






Thursday, November 2, 2017

News. Missing Great Pyramid Cache? An answer in fiction...

Excerpt from THE GOD DIG (Amazon Kindle)
Chapter 18
Anson envied the effortless flow of computer simulations of Egypt that began with an aerial shot of the Sphinx and pyramids, before swooping into the Great Pyramid and taking the viewer on a smooth fly-through, sweeping along the entrance and corridor, up the vaulted ‘cathedral’ of the corbelled Grand Gallery and passage before dipping low to enter the entrance to the King’s Chamber.
It was never that easy. It took sweaty toil to reach the heart of the Great Pyramid.
With each step, the awareness of the accumulated weight of stone above his head added weight to his shoulders as if to crush his spirit.
Leonid, Katya, Anson and some Russian scientists bent to enter the King’s Chamber, their voices echoing.
“Our studies, and I believe yours also, would suggest that the fourth dynasty period of king Cheops, or Khufu, the Great Pyramid’s pharaoh, is a key to finding the library,” Leonid said, mopping his forehead.
“Because a son of Khufu, Prince Wep-em-nefret, is the first documented priest of the library of Seshat,” Anson said.
“Precisely. In America we inspected his slab stela at the university of California at Berkeley. If the Lost Library does date to this period, it would have been constructed by the same man, the genius Hemiunu, who designed this Great Pyramid. Will it tell us about the technology that cut two point three million blocks, weighing between two-and-a-half to fifteen tons each, with optical precision and allowed the Egyptians to raise them to the skies?”
Katya did a slow turn around in the chamber, empty except for a darkened granite sarcophagus at one end.
“Which brings us to the question of this empty King’s Chamber, empty for millennia. But what was once inside it? Imagine the treasure of Khufu. What became of it?”
“We noted your speculation about this matter in one of your blogs, Mr Hunter,” Leonid said. ”You asked ‘was the ancient Egyptian afterworld a different reality, a sort of virtual world created by a civilization’s collective unconscious and sustained by its religion? Imagine, you suggested, if the great pyramid of the solar worshippers of ancient Egypt was in fact a dimension splitter, acting the way a triangular prism splits sunlight, refracting white light into the layers of the spectrum… in this case splitting earthly time and space into a brilliant multi-hued dimensions of an afterworld… a heavenly portal referred to as the ‘door of the sky’ by the pyramid texts, history’s most ancient body of religious spells.”
“Yes,” Katya said, gathering enthusiasm. “And you have pointed out that there was once a large wooden frame here in Khufu’s chamber as if the pharaoh’s treasures were crated up for a journey. A journey from here – to where ? And how? The doorway to this chamber is so low you have to bend to pass though.”
“Was it the greatest vanishing trick in history?” Anson said. “I also noted, as others have, that some kind of heat, pulse of energy, or explosion appears to have discoloured the granite lining of this chamber, especially the sarcophagus, and that there are cracks in the ceiling that could not have been caused by earthquakes or subsidence since no other central chambers are affected. But all this was an independent Egyptologist’s flight of speculation. Mainstream Egyptologists would laugh at the idea.”
“We do not laugh,” Leonid said.
“Never?
“In Russia we have broader minds about the supranormal. Was the forbidden Lost Library a cache of sublime knowledge hidden in a different dimension to keep it away from the profane?“
“The Coffin Texts state that ‘Seshat opens the door of heaven’,” Kat said. “Does she provide a doorway to this dimension?”
Were they serious...?


Monday, October 30, 2017

Would a director today dare cast 'Nofret' in a movie about ancient Egypt?

Nofret, Old Kingdom 2400 BC, Egyptian Museum, Cairo.


If they cast fair Nofret today in an ancient Egypt-based movie would there be calls for a boycott?





Saturday, October 28, 2017

“THE MUSEUM OF THE MIND. What treasures do you keep there?”




We are all curators

We constantly curate the treasures of our minds, endlessly labeling and arranging the display.



(Relegating to the many basements below the stuff that does not warrant seeing the light of day.)



What do I have on display in my ever-changing museum of Egypt?



Not always the gold that dazzles like Tutankhamun’s treasures.

Some I visit most often...