Thursday, December 28, 2017

Up to Date Anson Hunter novels (Egypt archaeological thriller series)

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Here is the update range of novels plus one novella

 

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Modern mystery, ancient Egypt mythology. New MURDERS BY THE GODS

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The first victim, an Egypt scholar, is murdered by a woman whose form is adorned with luminous stars.


Just like the goddess Nut who personifies the night heavens, arching her naked body from horizon to horizon. 


Then two more scholars die in quick succession... a series of murders all with the fingerprints of the gods.


Krysten, a young mythology expert, is called in by a cynical detective to consult on the case, but her clever insights start to make him suspicious...


Just as the remaining group of scholars meets for a controversial public seminar on ancient Egyptian mythology, held in a Californian desert resort that echoes an oasis in Egypt.


Will they all die before the mystery is solved and a startling revelation occurs in Egypt?






Monday, December 11, 2017

THE FORBIDDEN GLYPHS - ancient Egypt's forbidden wisdom and secrets

British Museum


 
In the tradition of mystery adventure thrillers   'The Smiting Texts' and 'The Ibis Apocalypse'  ... 'The FORBIDDEN GLYPHS'...
Egypt’s Lost Library of secrets and technology. Trigger for a dangerous new age.
Imagine a cache of glyphs 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.

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Friday, December 8, 2017

A ‘RA VIRUS’, SUN KINGS AND AMARNA’S FALL TO AN EMPIRE OF SAND







‘Text Messages From Eternity’ tells the story of viral expert Lucas Burrows trapped in the ancient past in an age of a mysterious virus.

Was there a Ra-virus? An Aten Scourge?
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



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A child obsessed with ancient Egypt. A young mother who discovers adventure...

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Thursday, December 7, 2017

THE CORN MUMMY Egypt Horror and adventure






Fear, murder and mythology in an enthralling story.

A mysterious grain mummy is discovered buried in the desert outside a remote Egyptian oasis.

Its finder, Gaia, a young historical climatologist, dreams of saving the planet.

But what has she released into the world? Death strikes and fear grows as a violent sandstorm traps the archaeology team and throws a heavy responsibility on her admirer, young American archaeologist Bradley, second in charge of the project.

Could this be the revenge of the resurrection god against climate change and the destruction of our green planet?

THE IBIS APOCALYPSE. Forbidden power - the world's fate written in stone

Egypt adventure conspiracy thriller

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

EGYPT HOLIDAY MYSTERY READING TO GO...

The Roy Lester Pond collection on Amazon Kindle



Saturday, December 2, 2017

Forbidden Gold and Egypt adventure fiction




Ancient Egypt and choking hoards of forbidden gold are inextricably linked in popular imagination. (Scene from the Brendan Fraser mummy movie.)




(except from THE SMITING TEXTS) 
It was a hall that represented the chest cavity of the god. It was also a treasure chest of staggering proportions.

“Dear God of our Fathers!” the Coptic monk Daniel said in a gasp.

“Out of the magic of its gold, heaven was born,” Anson said.

They were looking at the amassed hoard of the Neteru.

“Truly this is the Mother of all Treasures,” the veiled woman whispered.

It struck his eyes with the impact of an eruption.

It was as if a mountain of gold had exploded and disgorged rivers of golden magma into the hall.

Gold choked the place like a glittering slag heap, spewed from chests in chains and necklaces, crusted in heaps of gorgets, amulets, cups, urns and crowns, pooled in dishes and plates, twisted and writhed in a tangle of statues thrown together like corpses. The excrescence solidified in thrones and tables and chairs and erupted in great shrines jammed together like a golden shantytown. Gold winked, flashed, lusted and glowered sullenly in darker corners. A fleet of golden boats lay in a tangle of masts and oars like the aftermath of a naval battle among the gods. More boats lay foundered among jeweled caskets.

In the Book of Revelation, God sat with the firmament beneath Him, and the brilliance of gemstones sparkling in His presence. Heaven was blinding in its beauty! There was no heaven after death. Instead, the traditions of a material heaven, handed down by untold generations, were true. This was it and his father had found it, stealing the hopes of all mankind.

A feeling came over Anson that he was about to vomit.

A sorrow washed over him with the force of a wave and when the shock receded, an undercurrent ripped him back to long ago.

My father left me as a child to chase after this glory. A man-made heaven...



Friday, December 1, 2017

... and for young Egypt adventure fiction readers

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2 NOVELS IN A DIFFERENT MYSTERIOUS SETTING... 'The Hero Virus' and 'The Poisoned Well'

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(In a departure from my ancient Egypt fiction... the mysterious island continent of Australia...)


THE HERO VIRUS (Amazon Kindle and paperback)



Fear spreads like a disease, but what if heroism swept the population like a contagious virus that eliminated caution, the basic survival switch in the amygdala of the brain?
The contagion began with the arrival of meteorites that flashed down around the globe, spreading clouds of dust and a mysterious agent.

Those infected rise up and challenge the law and the system. They run suicide gauntlets across busy highways, stand high on ledges and tops of buildings, front enemies they once feared, spark reprisals, conflict and bloodshed in the streets - and raise the threat of reckless wars between nations.

One man – a rarity – is unaffected. He is a frightened man, an anxiety sufferer and returned Afghanistan war hero recovering from serious post traumatic stress syndrome. He decides to flee crazy civilization in an RV motorhome, along with his wife and children, and journey across the rugged wilderness of Australia to find a safe haven - a sanctuary, where people shelter in dug out dwellings beneath the ground. He keeps a secret Treatment Journal and photos of how he is traveling with his condition.

Can a frightened former hero save his loved ones in a world where the brave end up dead? And will the world find an answer to the ‘hero virus’ from space?




THE POISONED WELL (Amazon Kindle)


Beneath the most parched continent on earth, Australia, lies a great freshwater ocean bigger than South Africa or Iran.

But it becomes a poisoned well for one family when a high-powered and ruthless overseas company plans to build a nuclear waste dump on their property and tempts them with an offer of money they desperately need.

Can a rebellious daughter and her mysterious new allies prevent a disaster?

And what is the deep secret from long ago that poisoned the family well?



Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Re-release The NIGHT of ANUBIS (Fourth in the Anson Hunter series)

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Fourth story in the Anson Hunter series, this novel crackles with the mystery of the numinous - and with high tension. A taut, fast moving mystery adventure with a startling twist, it brings nightmare echoes of the ancient Egyptian underworld to life today. 

A golden horde of attackers disguised behind the masks of ancient Egypt’s gods and goddesses… Divine gatecrashers at a dinner party of the world’s top Egyptologists aboard a luxury Nile cruise boat… Suddenly a rich US entrepreneur and sponsor of archaeology, Thompson Rush, finds himself facing an intervention - an ancient Egyptian style judgement… or is it a reckoning for all of Egyptology? Who are the invaders? Criminals? Fundamentalist ideologues? Neo-pagans? Some secret masonic-style conspirators with ancient Egypt and the mystery religions as their inspiration? 

And what is the secret discovery that the masked interrogators are so desperate to unearth, ‘a golden monument to stand in its glory beside the sphinx and the pyramid’? Could the revelation have consequences for all of humanity? Anson Hunter, rogue Egyptologist, must go on a nightmare dig at gunpoint. A guerilla style dig in search of Egypt’s lost treasures… a lost pyramid pinpointed by satellite… a second Great Sphinx in the underworld… and a cataclysmic revelation for all of humankind. 

He must try desperately to save a boatload of souls, including his friends, the Egyptologist Dr Melinda Skilling, the young high-tech Space Archaeologist Dr Katy Parkinson and the mysterious collector known as The Diplomat.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Bond, Fleming, Nefertiti, the villain’s lair inside Egypt's Abu Simbel temple...






I can’t read any of those modern iterations of James Bond written by stand-ins.

I’ve tried.

Nothing against some highly regarded authors.

It’s not even that that I resent the creative licence to kill they take.

The films take far greater licence and I mostly enjoy those.

It’s just that of course when I’m reading James Bond I want Fleming.

I make a few nods to Fleming in my Egyptology novels.

Did you know that beneath the man-made mountain of Abu Simbel is a hollow dome?

It’s like a James Bond villain’s lair in there.
It impressed me so much that I used it a scene of my novel The Smiting Texts about a renegade, alternative Egyptologist Anson Hunter



Abu Simbel villain’s lair..

The hidden dome under construction

The statues of Rameses gave no clues as they gazed out complacently over the shimmering lake.

“How is your fact-finding tour going, gentlemen?” Anson said to the Americans, who were squinting in the sunshine.

A group of intelligence community folk was not the most appreciative audience for a journey through ancient history. They looked hot and out of their element. “Maybe you’d prefer a change of scene,” he said. “Come with me. I’ll show you something that is pure spy movie territory.”

Anson had a word with the SCA woman who arranged for them to enter an anonymous doorway at the side of the giant statues of Rameses that was closed to the public. They entered a narrow tube-like passageway. It led them, footsteps ringing, into the heart of an artificially created mountain, a vast dome of reinforced concrete, built to house the entire structure of the temple.

It was like walking onto the set of a sixties James Bond movie – the wide-screen spectacle of a villain's lair hidden inside an island volcano, under a gigantic concrete roof and ringed by skeletal gantries and walkways
The young Egyptian SCA woman explained.

“The dome above this Great Temple is the largest man-made concrete dome in the world, with a circumference of sixty metres and a height of twenty-two metres. An artificially created mountain supports the temple complex and is covered with rock, soil and sand, to form the mountain, which holds these massive temples.”

They stood on a high walkway and gaped around the echoing space of the dome.

“Cool,” Ears said, impressed. “Where’s Doctor Evil?”

The Americans squinted up at the curving concrete vault as if expecting to see a sliding roof that could grind open under hydraulics to release a missile from a silo below. Here was the spectre of a threat that they could believe in.

From the walkway they could also gaze down on the interior of the temple. From their position they could see how the temple had been reassembled like a monster Lego kit. Humming air-conditioning plants explained the relative coolness of the temple interior.

Even Bloem looked impressed.

Several maintenance people were at work in the building, he noticed.

It happened in a blur, yet Anson saw it in slow motion.

Bloem moved aside to the edge of the walkway to let two Egyptian men go past. They looked like workmen, dressed in grimy blue galabeas. As Bloem leaned out at the rail, they bent. One grabbed his leg and the other grabbed him under the arm and they hefted him like a big sack over the rail, fully intending him to land head first on the concrete below. Bloem gave a yell that batted around the dome and made a wild grab with one hand as he went over. He hooked on the rail and it put a brake on his fall. His body slammed against the outside of the walkway and set it ringing....
Footnote.  I understand that way back before its rescue, when Abu Simbel was likely to drown beneath the rising waters of Lake Aswan, Fleming toyed with the idea of James Bond swimming frogman style out of a single giant eye-ball of the sunken colossus.
I would like to have seen that. 

Nefertiti James Bond girl...


Neues Museum, Museum Island, Berlin

“WHAT THE GERMAN people have, they keep,” Adolf Hitler famously responded when Egyptian authorities suggested that the famous bust of Queen Nefertiti in Berlin ought to be returned to Cairo.

Anson was standing among other admiring visitors in front of the bust of the iconic queen in a long gallery at the north cupola of the Neues Museum, when he recalled the Fuehrer’s response. The suggestions from the Egyptian authorities had risen to the level of rancorous clamour in recent years, yet there were still no signs that Nefertiti was going back to Egypt anytime soon. The queen’s image was everywhere, on postcards, in books and on publicity posters. Nefertiti had the pulling power of a superstar.

Was it James Bond’s creator Ian Fleming who’d remarked that the ancient queen of Egypt could make an entrance today in a designer gown and give the beautiful people a run for their money?

I never thought I’d agree with Hitler on any subject, Anson reflected, shaking his head in wonder at her beauty. The timeless elegance, lovely neck and airborne eyebrows produced a powerful effect on the beholder. If I had Nefertiti I wouldn’t part with her either...
(Excerpt from The Ibis Apocalypse)


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...



The first victim, an Egypt scholar, is murdered by a woman whose body is adorned with luminous stars.


Just like the goddess Nut who personifies the night heavens, arching her naked body from horizon to horizon. 


Then two more scholars die in quick succession... a series of murders all with the fingerprints of the gods.


Krysten, a young mythology expert, is called in by a cynical detective to consult on the case, but her clever insights start to make him suspicious...


Just as the remaining group of scholars meets for a controversial public seminar on ancient Egyptian mythology, held in a Californian desert resort that echoes an oasis in Egypt.


Will they all die before the mystery is solved and a startling revelation occurs in Egypt?

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.



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...?”