Thursday, July 27, 2017

GET LOST in ancient Egypt...

Fiction on Amazon Kindle (and paperback)



GET LOST in the mysteries of ancient Egypt.

In fiction.

The Anson Hunter series. Meet fiction's renegade Egyptologist who battles dangers from the ancient past as well as modern day conspiracies that take their impetus from ancient Egypt.The Smiting Texts, Hathor's Holocaust, The Ibis Apocalypse, The Ra Boat Judgment, Egypt Eyes, The Forbidden Glyphs, and The God Dig. 

The Egyptian Mythology Murders.

Now a series with The Obelisk Prophecy and The Egyptian Exhibition Killings (new).

Or in stand alone fiction such as:

The KA, VISITORS The Egypt Enigma, Text Messages from Eternity, CLEOPATRA Tomb of the Undead Queen, Egypt Trap, Dynasty Zero, The Sarcophagus and more...


Get lost at Amazon Kindle...

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Concept of the ancient Egyptian Ka in religion, fiction and film


The modern day terms soul, spirit and ghost come close to the meaning of the Ka to the ancient Egyptians, but do not quite capture its unique nature.
The Ka, sometime shown with a pair of arms and raised hands resting on its head (the hieroglyphic symbol for the Ka), was a spiritual double residing inside every individual, but unlike our ideas of ethereal projections, the Ka was almost as corporeal as the body, not grey like a ghost, but chromatic and lit by an aura of life-power.  
The Ka needed sustenance to survive however, requiring  ‘bread, beer, beef and fowl, a thousand of food-offerings, a thousand of drink-offerings, all the plants that sprout from earth, a thousand of all things good and pure...’
Modern fiction and film abound with stories of the confused dead who are trapped, sometimes unknowingly, in their Ka state and struggling to set right some mistakes in their lives, (The Ka of Gifford Hillary by Dennis Wheatley and the films The Sixth Sense and Ghost).
And of course the Kas of the dead appear as characters in some of the earliest fiction in history, the cycle of tales that grew up around the magus, seeker of knowledge and anachronistic Prince Khaemwaset himself.


New fiction by Roy Lester Pond 
On AMAZON KINDLE

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Was "The 1st Egyptologist" Kaemwaset a trapped archaeologist from the future?

New fiction. Amazon Kindle



CHAPTER 1


Be careful what you wish for they say.
They might have added: be especially wary of a wish that is granted literally, damning you with the tyranny of words.
Historical fiction writer Madeline Coy made her wish in the British Museum in front of an ancient Egyptian statue that stood gazing into time with the enigmatic stare of the sphinx.
“Hello Khaemwaset,” she said. “I just wish you could step out of that speckled stone and talk to me. I’m on your trail like one of those Egyptian jackals that prowled the city of the dead, determined to sniff out all of your secrets.”
The youthful and successful American author had flown all the way from America to visit this relic in London before continuing her research in Egypt.
It was a so-called Ka-statue, carved in pebbly red quartzite, showing the most famous son of Rameses the Great holding emblematic staves at his sides. The standing figure of Khaemwaset, prince, magician and seeker of forbidden knowledge, had once been set up in a temple so that the spirit dwelling inside it could receive offerings of food, drink and prayers for survival in the afterlife. 
She was not the first to speak to it.
Her diligent research had revealed that in the 1900s a London group known as The Society of Inner Light regularly conferred with the exhibit in the Egyptian Sculpture Gallery, convinced that it was a medium for metaphysical activity and radiated unseen forces.
She had made a special stopover in London to see it before her onward flight to Cairo as part of a book research trip to track down the prince’s past.
But no matter how long she stared, it went on playing statues.
“Come on, speak to me!”
Then the idea hit her authorial mind.
Imagine if it did...
She heard a man’s voice speak.
“Do you often speak to statues?”
And in that same moment he appeared, an ancient Egyptian figure with painted eyes looming like a mirage beside the statue, a wide-shouldered man in his prime, dressed in ancient Egyptian costume, bare-chested and kilted, wearing a short wig on his head.
“Cosplay in the British Museum!” She gave a ripple of surprise and delight. “Great. Museums are finally realising that they’re also in the entertainment business, competing with Netflix, iPhones, tablets and all the rest of the modern world’s distractions...”



Fiction by Roy Lester Pond 
On AMAZON KINDLE


 

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

"Ancient Egypt discoveries to stun the world" IN FICTION

1. THE LOST GREAT LABYRINTH OF EGYPT

2. THE DANGEROUS BOOK OF THOTH

3. THE MUMMY OF ISIS

4. THE TOMB OF CLEOPATRA

5. THE TOMB OF NITOCRIS...




AND THAT'S JUST TO NAME JUST A FEW.

WHY WAIT AROUND FOR THE EGYPTIAN MINISTRY OF ANTIQUITIES WHEN THESE ENTHRALLING FINDS ARE AVAILABLE TO READ RIGHT NOW ON AMAZON KINDLE?

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

‘A monumental catastrophe,’ he thought. 'Like a nuclear submarine trapped in polar ice.'

The Unfinished Obelisk

The unfinished obelisk lay trapped in the stone in an ancient quarry.

There was something both lethal and impotent about its appearance, like a nuclear submarine stuck in the polar ice.

A solitary man walked on its surface, swaying as if on a deck in a storm. Swirling grains of dust whipped up by winds buffeted him.

‘A monumental catastrophe,’ he thought. ‘Literally.’

Two thousand tonnes of smoothly shaped, elongated stone, its bottom side still lying attached to the red granite bedrock.

One day, thousands of years ago, something had gone wrong at this quarry, a site of patient, human-borne erosion of the stone by stonemasons cutting out and shaping a colossal block, not with the aid of machines, powered jackhammers and diamond carbide saws, but balls of dolerite, a stone harder than granite, expending only the energy of their hands, muscles, sinews and their sweat as they rained blow after endless blow into the deepening grooves around the stone until it sounded to the workers’ deafened ears that the thuds were the heartbeats of mother earth herself.

Then an overseer gave a cry. Trembling, he pointed at the stone. It was a finger of doom.

Disaster!

A crack had rivered through the sublime monolith being fashioned for Queen Hatshepsut.

News spread in a buzz through the site. From the throats of the workers there arose a sound of swarming, like a giant hive of bees mourning the death of a queen.

The workers downed tools and the heartbeat of their labours ceased.

Had they ever raised its head into the heavens, the single, tapering, four-sided stone would have been the tallest obelisk in history - at least a third higher - rising to the height of a thirteen-storey building. Instead, they left the granite monster in a gouged out quarry site in Aswan.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

THE POISONED WELL. "An EPIC story. Very current" - Amazon Kindle review


From an author known for Egypt fiction... a story set in a different arid land... Australia.


A plan for nuclear waste dumping above the world's greatest freshwater aquifer... becomes a poisoned well for a remote Australian homestead family.
"This is a very real issue today, handled without any hysteria and subsequently palatable and thought provoking. I wanted the story to go on forever. The characters were really well developed..."
NEW. Dip into THE POISONED WELL on AMAZON KINDLE