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ALL WHO DISTURB THE TOMB OF IMHOTEP ARE DOOMED TO DIE.
AND PROFESSOR JAMES ACTON HAS JUST DISCOVERED ITS LOCATION.
Djoser, Pharaoh of Egypt, has set his eyes on his next conquest.
Imhotep's youngest sister.
Imhotep, respected physician and architect, trusted advisor to Djoser, is placed in an impossible position—turn a blind eye, condemning his sister's future, or lose everything by intervening.
Unfortunately, the gods offer him a third, more terrifying choice.
And almost 5000 years later, Professors James Acton and Laura Palmer pay the price when they dare disturb the final, cursed resting place of Imhotep.
In The Curse of Imhotep, award-winning USA Today and million-copy bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy delivers a riveting thriller that will have you burning through the pages late into the night. If you enjoy fast-paced adventures in the style of Dan Brown, Clive Cussler, and James Rollins, you'll love this thrilling tale of archaeological intrigue.
Get your copy of The Curse of Imhotep today, and see if James Acton and those he loves can survive the deadly curse…
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Broken Dove
The Templar’s Relic
Flags of Sin
The Arab Fall
The Circle of Eight
The Venice Code
Pompeii’s Ghosts
Amazon Burning
The Riddle
Blood Relics
Sins of the Titanic
Saint Peter’s Soldiers
The Thirteenth Legion
Raging Sun
Wages of Sin
Wrath of the Gods
The Templar’s Revenge
The Nazi’s Engineer
Atlantis Lost
The Cylon Curse
The Viking Deception
Keepers of the Lost Ark
The Tomb of Genghis Khan
The Manila Deception
The Fourth Bible
Embassy of the Empire
Armageddon
No Good Deed
The Last Soviet
Lake of Bones
Fatal Reunion
The Resurrection Tablet
The Antarctica Incident
The Ghosts of Paris
No More Secrets
The Curse of Imhotep
The Sword of Doom
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Retribution
State Sanctioned
Extraordinary Rendition
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The Mole
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Zander Varga, Vampire Detective Series
The Turned
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Table of Contents
The Novel
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Acknowledgments
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The wab-priest may give offerings to your ka. The wab-priests may stretch to you their arms with libations on the soil, as it is done for Imhotep with the remains of the water bowl.
Inscription found on Ancient Egyptian tomb, c. 1391-1353 BCE, written over 1300 years after Imhotep’s death.
Social media is a very, very powerful tool. It also gives power to tools.
Chris Young
PREFACE
The irresponsible use of social media is a bane to society that has divided communities and countries, polarizing people into opposite sides of issues, and eliminating the middle ground. This binary society is at a dangerous risk of collapse, and has already resulted in untold deaths.
Suicide is the second leading cause of death among teenagers, and heavy use of social media (a few hours a day) has been linked to an increased risk of our youth taking their lives due to cyberbullying and other online cruelty.
Today’s obsession with gaining followers, likes, shares, and that all-important viral
status is pushing commonsense to the wayside in exchange for a chance at what is no longer the infamous fifteen minutes of fame, but a hoped-for lifetime of relevancy based on validation from people never met.
The chance at gaining followers is so tempting, that rules are broken, laws are violated, and simple good sense is ignored, affecting all aspects of our lives.
And what would happen if such a person, obsessed with the goal of being famous for being famous, were to be unleashed on an unsuspecting archaeological dig site?
Quite possibly scores of dead, all tying back to one fool and her phone.
1 |
Sudan
Three Days from Now
Archaeology Professor Laura Palmer’s shoulders slumped in defeat. She pushed to her feet then raised her blood-stained hands over her head, slowly turning to face the armed men surrounding her. It was a true out of the frying pan and into the fire moment. What she would give for just one thing to go right today. Today was supposed to be a high point of her career. The discovery was so monumental, it could rewrite history, and at a minimum, fill in a lot of blanks that had stumped scholars for centuries.
But instead, everything had gone horribly wrong, and now she stood in the middle of the desert with blood literally soaking her hands, belonging to men whom the government here would likely claim she murdered. And just when she thought she had escaped their clutches, she was once again surrounded, this time by greater numbers with no hope in hell of escape this time.
But these men weren’t military. They appeared to be Bedouins. Were they her enemy? Were they here to kill her, or kidnap her and demand a ransom be paid for her safe return?
Or were they merely here to help?
Nobody said anything, the tension growing among those who surrounded her. A camel spat to her left and her head spun toward the sound. She spotted a group of women holding the reins of half a dozen of the beasts of burden. She made eye contact with one of the women who smiled at her. These people might not be her enemy after all. Or they could be fanatics. There was only one way to find out.
She directed her attention at the man who appeared to be in charge, one of the oldest there, and the only one not pointing a gun directly at her. She prayed he spoke Arabic. My name is Professor Laura Palmer, and I need your help, otherwise a lot of innocent people are going to die.
2 |
South of Ancient Philae
July 13, 1939
Bernhardt Stoltz, professor of antiquities at the German Archaeological Institute, stared at the hieroglyphics over the massive cover stone that stood before him. Hauptsturmführer Heidrich Wirth, a constant thorn in his side and an SS officer, stood impatiently beside him as he finished the translation.
Well, what does it say?
Stoltz could barely contain his excitement as he flipped through his notes to confirm what he already knew. He found the symbol he was seeking and compared it to what he had written, then again to what was carved above the cover stone.
It says, ‘Here lies Imhotep, honored friend to Pharaoh Djoser. Eternal damnation awaits any who disturb his slumber.’
Wirth laughed. These Egyptians are so melodramatic. Were they really so primitive to believe such nonsense would scare anyone?
Stoltz tensed. He was sick of the man’s attitude. The disrespect shown to the local Egyptian workers was one thing, but to criticize one of the greatest cultures the world had ever known was beyond ignorant. The man was here to represent the interests of the Third Reich. While the dig was under the control of the Institute, everything in Germany was ultimately under the control of the Führer, and that meant either Gestapo in leather trench coats, party members in brown shirts, or SS in their Hugo Boss-produced jet-black uniforms.
He hated what his country had become, though in today’s Germany, one kept one’s head down if one wanted to survive. War hadn’t broken out yet, but he was quite certain it would anytime now. It was inevitable, and he was happy to be in Egypt, sheltered from most of the nonsense, though not all of it.
This very dig was part of Hitler’s madness.
And it was time for a little fun with the overzealous young officer. You seem to forget, Hauptsturmführer, that while you may disrespect the achievements of the Ancient Egyptians, our Führer certainly doesn’t.
Wirth stared at him, clearly uneasy. What do you mean?
Why are we here? Why are our archaeologists spread across the globe? We’ve been tasked to find ancient relics that might assist in the war that is to come. Clearly, our Führer believes that ancient cultures like the Egyptians had powers that have been lost to time. If you laugh at their beliefs, then you laugh at his.
Wirth took an involuntary step backward, his head shaking. I meant no disrespect. I…
He struggled to find the words to recover but failed.
Stoltz suppressed a smile. Don’t worry, Hauptsturmführer, your trivializing of the Führer’s beliefs won’t make it into any report I write.
Wirth’s shoulders slumped, his head dropping onto his chest. Thank you, Professor. I am in your debt.
Yes, you are.
Stoltz stepped back and gestured at the cover stone. I think it’s time we met Imhotep, don’t you?
Wirth nodded then hesitated. But what of the curse?
Stoltz laughed. Hauptsturmführer, even I don’t believe in curses, nor do I think our Führer does. We’ve been tasked to find relics, not words.
He turned to the supervisor of the Egyptian workers. Let’s get this stone out of the way,
he said in perfect Arabic.
The man bowed and barked orders, half a dozen men rushing into the small corridor of the crypt, discovered by accident when the ever-shifting sands of the Sahara exposed a small corner of the structure buried for millennia. Grunting echoed through the narrow passage as the work crew struggled, the bottom of the cover stone wedged into a keyway that held it in place. Stone scraping on stone indicated success was at hand, the massive obstacle moving barely an inch, enough for a puff of pulverized stone to erupt as one side of the keyway disintegrated. One of the workers rushed forward and hammered a wood wedge between the stone and the floor, preserving their slight progress.
The men eased off, gasping for breath before the supervisor ordered them back into position. More echoes of toiling filled Stoltz’s ears with excitement as the stone slowly rolled to the side, a cheer erupting as it cleared the keyway. He held his tongue, allowing the men to once again rest rather than order them back to work to satisfy his eagerness. While they were laborers being paid a pittance by German standards, they still deserved his respect, and respected men always worked harder than the disrespected.
He just prayed Wirth kept his mouth shut.
The order to resume was once again given, and the men positioned themselves, the eagerness of the crew evident, and Stoltz thanked God that these highly superstitious men couldn’t read ancient hieroglyphics. Otherwise, the entire dig site would empty out of their local workforce. The stone rolled aside with relative ease now, and he could have sworn that as the seal was broken to the chamber, it gasped, an odd mustiness rolling through the opening and into the corridor.
His pulse drummed in his ears, and he couldn’t help but think back to Howard Carter and what had happened to so many of his team after they discovered the tomb of King Tutankhamun. He ordered the workers outside before turning on his flashlight to see what lay in the inky blackness, untouched by the torchlight surrounding them. There could be nothing, merely another empty chamber, or there could be untold treasures that might tempt the workforce that far outnumbered them, to slaughter their German masters and loot a piece of history.
He waited for the last local to disappear up the steps, leaving him alone with Wirth and two of his grad students. He drew a deep breath and held it, clicking on his flashlight and aiming it into the darkness. He played it across the floor, cautiously stepping forward, when something was caught by the beam.
And he gasped at a pair of hollow eyes staring back at him.
3 |
Cairo, Egypt
Present Day, Three Days Earlier
"C an we cancel his ticket? I think I want to sleep in here."
Don’t even think about it,
replied Archaeology Professor James Acton’s wife, Laura Palmer. Right now, I’m more excited to see him than you.
Acton gave her a look. If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were joking, but I think you actually mean that.
She grinned. I do.
Thank God he’s twenty years my senior or I might be jealous.
You’re ten years older than me. I obviously like older men.
Fine. I’ll make sure you two get some alone time. With this air conditioning, though, you won’t exactly be sweating up the sheets.
You’re terrible.
You’re just discovering this now?
Yet I still somehow love you.
She patted him on the cheek as they stepped back into the oppressive heat of a Cairo spring.
He groaned at the heat. A night in our tent in this heat is definitely going to soak the sheets.
I guess you’ll have to get your fill the next few nights in the hotel.
He frowned. That wasn’t part of the deal. When I agreed to come here for a month instead of going to Peru with my dig, I was promised all kinds of lovin’.
That was before we had this record heat wave. Last night in our tent was truly a Breakfast Club moment.
He eyed her, puzzled, then Judd Nelson’s line echoed in his head and he grinned. Oh, you mean when I gave you the hot—
She held up a finger, cutting him off, nodding toward the rental agent rushing toward them. We’ve got company. You keep your potty mouth to yourself.
He opened his mouth to say something else but thought better of it.
So, does it meet your specifications?
asked the rental agent, who had insisted they call him Mo.
It’s perfect,
said Laura. Our friends will be thrilled.
And you said you’ll be picking it up in three days?
Yes, we’ll be driving it down to our dig site, then should have it back seven days later.
Excellent. And if you need an extension on that, just let me know. No one has it booked after you, yet.
We’ll let you know,
said Acton.
Mo handed over a clipboard. Just sign where the X’s are, and she’ll be ready for you in three days.
With a full tank?
Absolutely. And the batteries fully charged.
Acton checked the hood to make certain there wasn’t a leaping jungle cat signaling future headaches as Laura signed the paperwork. You’re sure you don’t want to get two of them?
The only way I’m getting one for us is if I get one for all of our students.
He shrugged. Sounds good to me, though I think they’ll be pretty cramped.
She groaned. You know what I mean.
Yeah, yeah. We get to suffer along with our students.
It’s hardly suffering. Every one of those tents has a portable air conditioner. My dig site is luxurious compared to most, thanks to my brother’s money.
Her face clouded over with the mention of her brother, the events of Qatar still far too raw. He reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She gave him a weak smile. Mo sensed something was amiss and shifted uncomfortably. Laura wiped the corner of her eyes. Sorry about that. I recently lost my brother.
Mo clasped his chest. You have my condolences. I recently lost my sister. If it’s any comfort, it’s true what they say. Time does indeed heal all wounds.
She smiled at the man. Thank you.
She inhaled sharply then expelled her lungs rapidly, her face brightening as if a switch had been thrown. Enough of this. We’ve taken up too much of your time.
Mo gave them a copy of the rental agreement and shook their hands. It’s been a pleasure, and we’ll see you in three days.
They headed for their Mercedes GLS 580 SUV, one of their dig site vehicles. Acton held out his hand. I’ll drive.
Laura, who normally did the driving, handed over the keys without protest, indicating she was still upset. They climbed in and he started the engine, adjusting the vents to direct the air conditioning at strategic locations. He sighed with pleasure. Man, that heat really gets to you when you’re standing on concrete.
Laura broke out in sobs, leaning over the center console. He embraced her as she cried, gently stroking her head and back. These episodes were becoming less frequent and eventually would be a distant memory, but not today. It was why he had wanted to get Reading to the dig to help take her mind off things.
I just wish I knew,
she gasped. I just wish I knew the truth. I just wish I knew for sure.
He kissed the top of her head. I know, but it’s better this way, and in time, when it no longer matters, we will know.
She sniffed hard then pulled away. He handed her a handkerchief and she dried her eyes then blew her nose before checking herself in the mirror. Ugh, look at me. My eyes are all puffy and red. I look terrible.
He decided to lighten the mood. Still the sexiest piece of ass on the continent.
You’re terrible.
I thought we already established that fact.
She flipped the visor back and her shoulders sagged. Sometimes I’m such a girl, crying at the drop of a hat.
Acton put the SUV in gear and pulled away. Well, if that’s the definition of being a girl, then I better mail in my man card. You know how I was after Mom died.
She smiled at him and squeezed his leg, saying nothing as he battled his own grief. Laura’s phone rang and she pulled it from her pocket, her eyes narrowing. It’s the dig.
She swiped her thumb and put it on speaker. Hello?
Hello, Professor. It’s Terrence.
Acton could hear the young man was tense. Laura picked up on it as well. Has something happened?
Well, sort of.
Acton smiled as Jenny growled in the background, Terrence Mitchell’s wife, also a student of Laura’s, far more direct than her husband. Just tell her what happened. The poor woman probably thinks somebody died.
Well, somebody did die.
Laura gasped. What?
Even Acton tensed at the words that made no sense in the context as he currently understood it.
Oh, Terrence, sometimes you’re impossible. Now they think somebody died.
Jenny’s voice grew louder as she came closer to the phone. Professor, nobody died. Everybody’s fine. Nobody’s hurt. There was no accident. But we did discover something that we’re not sure what to do with, and we may need to get the authorities involved.
What did you find?
asked Acton, still concerned even with the lack of context. And when Mitchell told them, his concern was justified.
I’ll be returning immediately,
said Laura.
4 |
South of Ancient Philae
August 23, 1939
It was the discovery of a lifetime. Career-making. The temptation of the amateur would have been to hurriedly explore everything in the room, shoving aside the lid of the sarcophagus, tearing open the lids of the jars to see what was held inside. But he had kept his eagerness in check. It wasn’t just the tomb for the revered Imhotep, designer of the world’s first step pyramid, respected and pioneering physician in an era that most thought had no such thing, but also to almost a dozen other bodies strewn about. He had heard of the ancient practice where many of the pharaoh’s servants would be killed and entombed with him to serve him in the afterlife, but Imhotep was just a man. He didn’t gain his demigod status