Murder in the Place of Anubis (Lord Meren, Book 1)
Lynda S. Robinson
Who has dared to desecrate the sacred position of embalming with a murdered corpse? Pharaoh Tutankhamun orders Lord Meren, his leader investigator, to determine speedy, sooner than power-mad clergymen use the incident to undermine his royal authority.
Everyone is a suspect, for the physique belongs to the infamous scribe Hormin, hated through all who knew him. even though, Lord Meren is not any mere courtier however the Eyes and Ears of the dwelling god. within the terrifying position of Anubis, the place unquiet spirits reside, within the sunstruck urban of Thebes, the place Hormin's sons and his appealing concubine plot, and within the royal courtroom, the place intrigues abound, Lord Meren hunts his quarry, peeling again the secrets and techniques of nobles and slaves in his quest for the reality. yet extra vital by way of a long way is Meren's accountability to guard the younger Pharaoh from his enemies -- who're no farther away than the size of a dagger . . . .
"This unprecedented debut melds historical Egyptian spiritual ideals and practices with courtroom intrigue to provide a riveting mystery." -- Publishers Weekly
Of a forehead on the fallacious time might suggest demise, concealing the real face of his ka, his soul, used to be as usual as donning a kilt. prior to the outdated Pharaoh killed his father, he'd been as open as a lotus blossom. The day Pharaoh's guards took his father away, the bloom closed up right into a tight knot and not reopened. in the knot he hid the scars of his father's dying, his personal torture and degradation—and the suspected fact approximately Akhenaten's demise. residing with the scars used to be more uncomplicated now. As with.
King of higher and reduce Egypt, Lord of the 2 Lands, his majesty Nebkheprure Tutankhamun summons into his shining presence the prince, the Eyes and Ears of Pharaoh, count number Meren." The doorways, heavy with their huge, immense peak and encumbered with sheet gold, creaked on their hinges as they swung open back. Meren glanced at Horemheb in alarm. Pharaoh by no means behaved in haste in the course of formal audiences. Divine majesty forbade such unseemliness. A sit back settled over him, for a pharaoh had summoned him without notice.
That one in every of his males used to be making the signal opposed to evil. Kysen used to be expecting him within the embalming shed. As ordinary, his son used to be prowling approximately like a searching hound. Ignoring the grand lector priest, Kysen bombarded an unlucky bandager with questions. It used to be a similar with each one inquiry. Kysen might drop into dialog with the serf, the artisan, the laborer. merely reluctantly may he spar with a lord or a clergyman. Meren had attempted to wean his son of this choice, however it used to be tough to wipe out.
relocating in the back of the shrine. Meren silently dropped down into the chamber and hugged the wall of the shrine. Edging towards the nook, he appeared round it simply as a guy walked from in the back of it towards Kysen wearing an alabaster wine jar. His shoulder and arm muscle tissue rippled as he raised the vessel above his head and aimed for Kysen. Meren moved out from the shrine and cocked his dagger arm again, however the guy grew to become unexpectedly and heaved the jar at him. Meren stuck a short glimpse of his face prior to the.
idea they can mislead the gods." "Is that possible?" Kysen requested. "I do not know, Ky, yet I doubt it." Meren rose and glanced out on the backyard. there has been little time left sooner than dusk. "I needs to see the king this night. He asked particularly to be told approximately this homicide. he is feeling trapped and restricted back. and there's this subject of the qeres unguent. he will need to learn about it, no matter if it proved a coincidence." Meren paused, considering. "Ky, there's evil information from the.