Sunday, October 21, 2018

The forbidden wisdom and power of Egypt - in 'The Forbidden Glyphs'.

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.

For unseen dangers and forbidden texts, see
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Monday, October 15, 2018

Was magic (heka) the power behind the civilisation of ancient Egypt?



What if words from Egypt's ancient past could kill… and nobody listened to a renegade archaeologist's warning....
Could the power of ancient evil ‘smite’ across time?
Meet the archaeologist adventurer Anson Hunter in the first in an archaeology thriller series, followed by The Hathor Holocaust, The Ibis Apocalypse, The Anubis Intervention, Egypt Eyes, The Forbidden Glyphs and The God Dig.

Anson's special knowledge as an alternative Egyptologist and theorist may be the key to stopping a catastrophe.

Saturday, October 13, 2018

TOUCH EGYPT – or why I prefer my fiction on Kindle... Egypt investigative excitement at your fingertip


Digital Egypt fiction reading

Today, I prefer ‘in touch’ e-fiction to the 'dead-tree technology' of printed books... (though I still love, and am eternally indebted to, print)

I never thought I'd say it.

While I sell fiction in both forms, I get far more satisfaction from selling my ancient Egypt adventure thrillers in e-book form than in paperbacks.


Maybe I'm just over the dead-tree technology of paper publishing. 



Print version

The ebook evolution


There's something alive and immediate about e-books that breathes new life into reading - and being read.  It puts Egypt at your fingertip.

E-books are fresh - they avoid the glacial slowness of book publishing and literary agencies. E-books seem to me to be the perfect medium for capturing and sharing the quicksilver nature of ideas. (You don’t wait up to 2 years for your book to emerge. It's out there while the idea is hot.)

Yet, ironically, there is a permanence about e-books that paper, and even papyrus, could never achieve.

They don't yellow, fade, gather mildew, dust and eventually rot.

You can read in the dark, don't need to angle that bedside lamp just right.

You can live a mobile life and have your books.

They don't smell like books, true, but neither do they smell of dust.

E-books don't go out of print either. They are forever. In fact there is a permanence about e-books that I admire in the ancient Egyptian civilization itself.

So for me it's the perfect way to touch readers and bring a long dead civilization to life.
                               

Friday, October 12, 2018

Thursday, October 11, 2018

HALLOWEEN > EERIE EGYPT > MUMMY FICTION READS on AMAZON Kindle & Paperback


No 3 in the Egyptian Mythology Murders Trilogy on Kindle
No 1 in Trilogy, Kindle and paperback
Now on Kindle


Wednesday, October 10, 2018

How will Princess Nefera travel the dangerous underworld without her magical passport?




   Then she remembered the Book of the Dead placed in her tomb. Maybe her answer lay in the papyrus scroll, filled with spells that would guide her path to heaven.
She broke open the seal and unrolled the scroll to read. She opened it a bit more, frowned. She opened it even more, and then more. Finally, she flicked out her arms and unrolled its length like a mat. The papyrus gave a warning crackle and rustle on the floor, like the sound of a crocodile shifting through the papyrus reeds on the Nile.
But what she saw was far worse. Nefera’s mouth fell open in astonishment. How could this be? Her sacred scroll for the afterlife was blank, a pathway of papyrus leading her nowhere...

Nefera trembled at the sight of her empty scroll. They had left her in the tomb without a key to the underworld. Every royal, noble or wealthy Egyptian made sure that they were buried with a copy of the Book of the Dead, a kind of passport and travel guide in one handy scroll. They believed that the magical words in this scroll allowed them find their way through the dark and terrifying passages of the Egyptian underworld and reach heaven (and Nefera was anxious to see her cat, Miu, again).
   Her scroll was totally blank, as if the text had been written in disappearing ink. Not a drop marked its grainy surface.
   “My scroll is as empty as the desert. Where are my magical Words of Power?” she choked.
   This was the first time in her life, or afterlife, that words had ever failed Nefera. Words had brought her everything she had ever wanted in life. Just one word of command and any wish had become true. Words, sweetly spoken, she had learnt, even had the power to turn the heart of her father, the pharaoh. 




(Excerpt) Ancient VISITORS The Egypt Enigma


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Karnak Temple

The attack began with a chisel blow.
In the heat-shimmer of the Egyptian day, a ghostly figure of a man in a skullcap lifted a bronze chisel to a wall, reaching for the carved face of the god Ptah.
The blade’s shadow fell on the god’s lips like a sacred adze used in the ceremony of the Opening of the Mouth to animate the dead.
Yet this was no awakening.
The ghostly worker struck the chisel with an archaic wooden mallet. The edge bit.
The mouth of the god spewed out grit and stone chips. Now the blade attacked the nose, smashing it away, then the eye threw a spark as it sprayed into oblivion.
Ptah, an ancient creator god, had survived for thousands of years carved on a wall at the Temple of Karnak, his image embedded in sunken relief of a man wearing a skullcap, his body stiffly wrapped in a mummy shroud, his unbound hands coming out to grasp a sceptre topped with composite symbols of life, power and stability.
The relentless edge chipped away at the rest of the face, blow after blow, a violent yet surgical process of removal.
A moment earlier only the sun’s shadows bit deeply around the carved image.
Now gouges pitted the god’s face.
The desecrator moved on to hieroglyphic text that ran alongside the damaged form.
His hammer struck again, the chisel biting into hieroglyphs that signified the god’s name, the word that originated the name of Egypt itself: ‘Hikuptah, The Temple for the Ka of Ptah’ which the Greeks translated as Aegyptus.
The letter P disintegrated, then the rounded bread symbol, the lamp wick H and the image of the god himself with his beard and sceptre.
Blows rang out in the hot Egyptian air.
Now he stopped and listened.
More percussions arose, like a growing horde of insects taking up the racketing calls of the night, hammers and chisels ringing and tinkling on stone near and far, outside and inside the shrines, in every corner of the largest temple complex on earth.
The worker turned away from the wall.
His eyes were ghostly moons strewn with clouds.
He shimmered and disappeared into the haze...

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Thursday, October 4, 2018

2 future 'archaeonauts' make a time jump to ancient Egypt...

Amazon Kindle SciFi fantasy fiction

Did her child have MEMORIES of ancient EGYPT? *****5-star Amazon

Amazon Kindle fiction
*****5-stars
"This was another great book. Easy to read, hard to put down! A must read for anyone into Egypt and history..."
A child obsessed with the ancient past, a young mother who discovers adventure…
“I remember Egypt,” Cooper said gravely. “Long, long ago.”
Her little boy was gorgeous, she thought, but his imagined past life could be a bit hard to take. Especially at 8.30 in the morning, when she was busy having a this-life crisis, running late for work and her eight-year old was about to miss his school bus.
Then young single-mother Catherine meets a past life researcher and also a mysterious Egyptologist Simon Priestly and she and Cooper are off to Egypt on an extraordinary quest to follow a young boy’s dreams… or are they actual memories of the ancient past?
What will they find and what will Catherine find as she warms to the impressive British Egyptologist as they uncover a shattering secret from Egypt’s past?
Disturbing and intriguing adventure fiction with a twist of the unknown.