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Roy Lester Pond - 6 newest Egypt adventure thriller releases

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This Christmas holiday season, grab some ancient Egypt adventure and mystery - for your Kindle, laptop, iPad, Smart Phone.

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Discover the 9-book Egypt adventure thriller series, featuring the alternative Egyptologist Anson Hunter:-

The Smiting Texts
Hathor's Holocaust
The Ibis Apocalypse
Hidden Egypt - The Night of Anubis
Egypt Eyes
The Forbidden Glyphs
The God Dig
Artefact
Death LIVE from Egypt
 

Egypt fiction titles with a twist of the unknown:
The Egyptian Mythology Murders, The Obelisk Prophecy, The Egyptian Crocodile Curse (Trilogy).

And a range of stand alone Egypt titles from Roy Lester Pond.

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DECIPHER MYSTERIOUSLY SUGGESTIVE GLYPHS today - the 'exotic pungency' of road signs...

Egyptian hieroglyphs and highway symbols...

Hump... or the Egyptian hieroglyph glyph for 'foreign land'?

'Foreign land'...'hill country'

Author Ian Fleming wrote amusingly about the “exotic pungency” of USA road signs in his James Bond thriller ‘Live and Let Die’ – ‘SOFT SHOULDERS – SHARP CURVES – SQUEEZE AHEAD – SLIPPERY WHEN WET.’

As I take my ancient Egypt thriller fiction writing on the road, I can’t help wondering about the glyphs we see at the roadside here in Australia.

How do these enigmatic signs compare with the ancient Egyptian glyphs that mark the underworld journeys of my renegade British archaeological hero Anson Hunter?

Like the menagerie of animals that appear in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs – Australian roadside glyphs possess a zoomorphic vocabulary, including kangaroos, koalas, wombats, ducklings, cattle, emus, crocodiles and sharks.

A zoomorphic roadside vocabulary

Some signage glyphs are as menacing as curses uttered by Egypt’s priests in execration rituals – “A microsleep can kill.” “You’re a bloody idiot!”

Roadsidce curse

Others are tenderly human when found along the harsh and merciless march of the bitumen - small children defensively holding hands. 

Another has a caption that makes the peril of road-crossing sound like a cosy adventure story – ‘Refuge Island’.

What would the Egyptians make of these signs?

One of the first recorded workers' strikes in history happened in Egypt in the reign of Rameses lll when the royal tomb workers lay down their tools when their pay and rations were not forthcoming.

To other eyes, some of our signs might look like protest banners. End Roadwork! End School Zone! End Freeway!

Is it superstition to believe that the sacred writing of hieroglyphs held any more potency than road signs, even though they were invested with the power of heka, Egyptian magic?

My Egyptologist hero Anson Hunter has a respect for unseen dangers from the ancient past, execration texts, forbidden artefacts and the like. He is something of a phenomenologist, one who believes in granting value to the sacred, unlike conventional Egyptologists with their ‘agnostic reflex’ that prevents them from taking the esoteric seriously.

Perhaps the fact that there are others today with an agenda that takes its inspiration from the mystery religions of Egypt, who believe very seriously in the potency of Egypt’s past that warn us to be wary of unseen dangers breaking into the 21^st century.

DODGE THIS... The Ibis Apocalypse

DODGE A HURTLING TOMB BOOBY TRAP A sliding humanoid block... a crushing volume in stone hurtles towards you... in THE IBIS APOCALYPSE

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Probe an ancient masked secret from ancient Egypt...

She switched on a light and an overhead fan stirred the heavy, dusty air.

“So this is where your father wove his web of theories,” Anson Hunter said.

The dead historian’s studio in Alexandria looked like a mixture between a museum basement and a book storeroom after a minor explosion.

On a cloth-draped desk at the back of the area they found the painted Ptah-Seker-Osiris figure and beside it the funerary mask.

Anson ignored the painted wooden figure and turned his attention to the mask. Like many later period funerary masks, it lacked the serene refinement of the classical dynastic periods. Covered in gold leaf, the face was expressive with upraised eyebrows and a quizzically intelligent expression in the eyes. Painted decoration and embossing covered much of the surface, even on the parted wig, showing images of a seated Osiris.

“You think there’s a clue in the funerary mask?” she said.

“Literally in the mask. Something you said earlier about the resting place of the hidden gods being in front of his face. Like many funerary masks in the later period, this one was made not of wood but of cartonnage, layers of linen or papyrus stuck together, then plastered and painted or gilded, or both. Sometimes the priests used recycled papyrus documents and valuable lost texts have come to light, hidden in the layers. Maybe the dead man’s eyes were looking at a clue written inside the layers of this mask.”
She snapped on a desk lamp and gazed into the dark eyes in the mask.

“Hidden right in front of his eyes? My father would have loved that.”

Excerpt from THE GOD DIG - AMAZON

 

A secret archaeology investigation in Egypt. A suppressed ancient secret that threatens the world’s stability and belief systems.

An Ancient Egypt Underworld Army - in "Curses!"

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CURSES!

EGYPT’S UNDERWORLD ARMY

What is going wrong in the Egyptian museum?

Night-life in the mysterious Egyptian museum... Children on a flashlight tour…

A magical underworld army, created for the endless night of the tomb, find themselves plunged into an endless night of adventure, facing all the dangers of the big modern city...

"Who hasn't been charmed by those eerily lifelike models that populate the Daily Life in Ancient Egypt sections of the museum, little wooden people busily at work, yet silent and frozen, their eyes wide in their whites?"

Ancient Egypt fantasy action adventure with graphics.

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 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.

Yet it was not always true that ‘what the German people have, they keep’ when it came to Egypt’s treasures, Anson thought, if there was any truth in the German informant's story about his grandfather’s returning of the Stela texts to Egypt.

A museum visitor moved in and stood beside Anson at the glass case, directing a jaded stare at Queen Nefertiti.

“Personally, I think she’s overrated,” the man said. He had a tired face and spoke with a lazy drawl. American.

“Stars never quite look the same off camera,” Anson consoled him.

He saw a movement reflected in the glass surface and looked around. A glimpse of a blurred head vanished behind an entranceway.

Was this his anxious and mysterious informant? He left the display case and went to see. No sign of Reiner Faltinger. Anson looked at his watch. How much longer do I give him? His eyes drifted back to Nefertiti. She was fine company, but he was beginning to feel a twinge of unease.

The tired man at the display case looked back at him and appeared disappointed. Perhaps he’d been hoping to strike up a conversation.

I’ve waited long enough, Anson thought. Coming to this meeting on an impulse had been a long shot. He could ill afford the time, let alone the cost.

Two men in dark suits, museum staff he assumed, intercepted him. “Please come this way.”

“What’s the problem?” They guided him to an elevator. “I didn’t book the guided tour.”

“No trouble,” the other said.

The doors slid open. They guided him inside. One pressed a button and the door closed, sealing him inside. They were contained men, yet they crammed the elevator like a crowd.

Anson had a sinking feeling.

“This isn’t the tour, is it?”

The one brushed aside his coat to reveal a handgun stuck in his belt.

“No trouble… from you.”

They shepherded him out of the lift and walked him to a storage area. His prospects grew dim, like the lighting inside. The place was a vault crammed with crates and with the cast offs of ancient Egypt; also with the casts of its former glories. A vast, brooding statue of the freakish pharaoh Akhenaten with his swollen hips and mad, sunken eyes overlooked the scene and several Nefertitis reared their slender necks on shelves. Plaster casts. They seemed dingy and old. Were they relics from the original museum’s decoration before it was bombed in the Second World War?

Museum store rooms were historical netherworlds, places of dusty shedding where unsightly things lived, broken things that were not meant to be seen any more, pieces of mummies, their heads, hands and feet, shattered statues, ugly magical figurines, cryptic fragments of writing on pottery shards, the remains in stone, wood and clay of gods pharaohs, men and creatures.

This place was an even more unnerving place in the company of the two, intent men who moved in closer to him.

“Okay, you’ve persuaded me,” Anson said. “I’ll take your explanatory tour. Starting with an explanation of what’s happening here.”

- Excerpt from The Ibis Apocalypse - 3rd in the 9 investigatory adventure thriller series. Amazon - paperback and Kindle

'The unconscious believes in the afterlife,' Anson Hunter recalled inside the Egyptian tomb

 

 Early photo of Author inside the tomb of the Vizier Mereruka featured in 'THE SMITING TEXTS' (Amazon paperback and Kindle)

 (Excerpt)

Was the Vizier Mereruka’s afterworld a physical place? Or just a different reality, a sort of virtual world created by a civilization’s collective unconscious and sustained by its religion? Mereruka did not question its existence.

‘Do I believe in survival after death?’ Anson asked himself. ‘Perhaps not, when I think about it. But what about when I don’t think about it, but merely feel it, at a deeper level?’

Everyone knew that the Egyptians were preoccupied with the afterlife, but they took it even more seriously than many imagined. Humans, they said, were the only creatures that must live life with the knowledge that one day they’re going to die and our culture was the world of distraction we create around ourselves to shield us from this knowledge. But the Egyptians’ culture did not serve as a mere distraction to the pitiless cruelty of death. Instead their culture came to grips with death in an attempt to overcome its tyranny. This doorway and statue, the glowing underworlds of the tombs, the Books of Coming Forth By Day, or the Book of the Dead as they called these religious texts - were the results of government-funded research into the ‘first mystery’- death and the afterlife. The early pyramids were like nationally financed space-shots designed to launch the god-king pharaoh into the hereafter. The Egyptians even had maps showing the routes to the underworld painted on the bases of coffins.

The unconscious psyche believes in life after death Carl Jung asserted.

Anson recalled that the doctor and founder of analytical psychology had written of a near-death experience after a heart attack and had reported a spiritual existence outside of his body.

The images of the afterlife carved on the tomb walls around him urged Anson to believe.

But the veil of mystery remained.

Perhaps we were not meant to know the truth so that we could endure this life...

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EGYPT'S THOTH, Lord of Time and wonderworking formulae - in my mystery adventure fiction

 

THE DOOR OF THOTH Adventure across Egypt's boundaries of time

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3 MYSTERY ACTION ADVENTURES across Egypt's boundaries of time

- The RA Virus (Text messages from eternity)

- Virtual Egypt

- Egypt Jump

THOTH - IN "THE IBIS APOCALYPSE"

WARNING: “Open this book and you will possess the powers of the earth, sky and the gods themselves...”

The Book of Thoth, Egypt’s god of magic, is the most dangerous source of esoteric texts ever written.

Anson Hunter, controversial alternative Egyptologist and theorist, is obsessed with locating it before the wrong people get hold of it.

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, 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.

‘The Ibis Apocalypse’ is a danger-fraught adventure that unfolds against the background of ancient Egypt’s enthralling legend and mythology.

UPDATE: Always said I could write fiction on the dark side of the moon – or the far side of Australia...

My wife Brenda took this candid shot... "Here Roy is, still churning out his novels on the road around Australia (lost count of how many since we first went on the road eight years ago in 2011!)

A little reminder:

UPDATE: Plus (New reease)

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

 

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