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The Amarnan Kings, Book 1: Scarab-Akhenaten by Max Overton

Set in Egypt of the 14th century B.C.E. and piecing together a mosaic of the reigns of the five Amarnan kings, threaded through by the memories of princess Beketaten-Scarab, a tapestry unfolds of the royal figures lost in the mists of antiquity.

 

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A chance discovery in Syria reveals answers to the mystery of the ancient Egyptian sun-king, the heretic Akhenaten and his beautiful wife Nefertiti. Inscriptions in the tomb of his sister Beketaten, otherwise known as Scarab, tell a story of life and death, intrigue and warfare, in and around the golden court of the kings of the glorious 18th dynasty.

The narrative of a young girl growing up at the centre of momentous events–the abolition of the gods, foreign invasion, and the fall of a once-great family–reveals who Tutankhamen’s parents really were, what happened to Nefertiti, and other events lost to history in the great destruction that followed the fall of the Aten heresy.

GENRE:  Historical Fiction: Egyptian     Word Count: 163, 122

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4.1
Based on 189 Reviews
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4.0 out of 5 stars Entertaining tale ancient Egypt

4.0

I read this book to learn something about 18th dynasty Egypt prior to an Egyptian tour. Enjoyable story peppered with historical details about Egypt that time period. Fun intro to the era. Looking forward to volume 2 in the series

siberacuse1 October 14, 2023
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4.0 out of 5 stars But what!

4.0

Good story of life in Ancient Egypt but left me hanging with no continuation of the story at the end. What happen to Scarab?

VGK August 23, 2020
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5.0 out of 5 stars Exciting story from a spectator

5.0

This story provides a spectator view of life in Ancient Egypt during the time of the Heretic, Pharaoh Akhenaten. Many unanswered questions from this time period are theorized in a logical manner based on known evidence. What happened to Queen Nefertiti? Were Nefertiti and Smenkhere the same person? What was life like in the capital city known as Akhenaten? How did the person who became Akhenaten establish the worship of one god over the many gods favored in Egypt? An exhilarating story of intrigue, innocence, corruption, love, and life in the greatest ancient civilization the world has ever known portrayed in a plausible and fascinating way.

T. Rodriguez September 17, 2018
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5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars

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I like Egyptian history and culture.

wilma brown August 9, 2016
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5.0 out of 5 stars Great book! Really recommend this entire series

5.0

Great book! Really recommend this entire series, it's amazingly well researched and awesome for anyone into Egyptian history and mythology.

Jenna Whittaker June 6, 2016
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5.0 out of 5 stars Tell el Amarna

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Quite enjoyable history. I found it informative as well as charming

KLEM January 1, 2015
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4.0 out of 5 stars Quite a gripping read! The Akhenaten story told in ...

4.0

Quite a gripping read! The Akhenaten story told in a different way, well researched and full of interesting daily-life details, and not only from the Palace! I can only recommand this book to others and myself buy the next in the series!!

nibiki66 December 15, 2014
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5.0 out of 5 stars Hike Up Your Kilt and read it at any level

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Yes, it's a long series. Yes it's historical fiction. Yes, there is academic bits to anchor the place and the daily life. So what? It is more credible than Vampires or the inbreeding of European/Asia nobles. It does bring the ancient world into a more human perspective. It frighteningly shows how slowly change comes especially with a philosopher King. And what does a power have to do to maintain regional peace? all in all a book series which could be a young adult book or a more mature reader's entrance to an Egyptian trip if one didn't want to read current guide books.

KindleKip September 18, 2014
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Excellent

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Not just a great story ,the information detailing Egyptian life and rituals is vast. You get a great read and educational value as well. Can't wait to start book two. Gordon Craig

gordon craig September 13, 2014
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4.0 out of 5 stars Historical Fiction

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Providing clear details and imaginative characters, Scarab tells the story of the discovery of an Egyptian tomb in the present day, and then flashes back to the story of the tomb's owner. As a fan of fiction set in Ancient Egypt I found this easy to follow and did not find it bogged down by too many info-dumps.

athenenike August 4, 2014
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4.0 out of 5 stars Found it a very interesting read, lots of twist ...

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Found it a very interesting read, lots of twist and turns, looking forward to the next book in the series.

Tony Kuiumdjian July 30, 2014
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Well researched,well written

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I have been interested in the history of Akhenaten for some time, and was delighted to find this fictional account. A really good, believable take on this strange man. A great idea to follow the fortunes of one person (Scarab) as she interacts with all the famous and infamous characters of the time. I have also now bought the other five books in the series - have read the second, so far and have started the third.

P. G. Russell June 24, 2014
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Brave

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I had not read anything about this period of Egyptian history until this book, and to read a story laid out from the viewpoint of a Pharaoh's youngest daughter was really interesting. Well written and entertaining.

Colin Prinn June 16, 2014
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Tha Amarnan kings

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It took a while to get into it but the historical research is second to none and am looking forward to reading the series

Terry NOBLE April 3, 2014
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If you are interested in Egyptology - this is the book for you...

5.0

Max Overton has certainly done his research. He sweeps one back into time, making one feel that they are actually there. His knowledge of the warfare of that era is excellent. However, I have read that Nefertiti was the warrior queen and not Scarab but that could be poetic license. I particularly like the way he has developed the character Scarab from her childhood to maturity. Max is also gifted with insight in his weaving of the emotions of women and men. It was such a good read that I have purchased all of the Amarnan Kings' books. He cleverly made the endings a prerequisite for seeking the next book. Well done!

Bea Purkis March 14, 2014
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really interesting series

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I had never read ancient Egypt stories before, but wanted to know more after reading Ms McCullochs Anthony and Cleopatra(Masters of Rome series, which along with O'Briens Master and Commander series, the best historical novels ever, I think so anyway!). I found all the Scarab books great,and they are longish, good for quick readers .The characters are fascinating, and since reading these books I have read other series with similar Egyptian themes.But to me ,these are my favourites, better by far than most.There is a lot of drama and revenge and bloodshed .Nice to have a female hero too.I cant comment on the historical accuracy but the author gives reasons for his take on it, and however true to the actual events ,it is a great story.well worth buying or get a sample and see.

F. Mckinney February 14, 2014
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5.0 out of 5 stars Good

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I love Egyptian stuff and this one gave me new insight into their kings and their queens and the drama.

colleen hathaway January 21, 2014
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5.0 out of 5 stars Fantastic

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I love the eighteenth dynasty, and I can't wait to read all the books in this series. Scarab was so good I could not put it down. I just started book 2 and again I can hardly put it down.

Paula L. Dieboldt October 21, 2013
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Looking good

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I'm only two thirds of the way through this book. It's an entertaining story set in an interesting period of Egyptian history. Well written with plenty of detail to be absorbed. The characters and plot seem to be playing out well. Have already decided to buy the next installment.

Netaheta August 26, 2013
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Slow Start

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Was a very slow start compared to the Mules series . Names hard to keep track of. But guess understandable given the biopic nature of the whole complete series to introduce all the characters. Looking forward to the next installment as the story has picked up pace....

Dermot O'Beirne July 23, 2013
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Great read

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I found the story almost like a documentary, gripping and real. I am now very interested in The period of Akhenaten and his efforts to install a one God regimen over Egypt fascinating.

Bryan M. JONES May 25, 2013
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4.0 out of 5 stars very good

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Well I took a chance on this based on reviews. Thanks folks because I really enjoyed it. The day I finished I bought book 2. I won't read it next, but nice to have it in the hopper.

Martyd December 9, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars EXCELLENT

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Love this book. The writing is so good, it's hard to put it down. Truly a page turner, after reading this one I intend to get the whole Amarnan collection on my Kindle fire. If you like all things Ancient Egypt, you'll love this book.

Seshat December 4, 2012
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good read

4.0

If you like fiction told by the main character, based in places and with people from history you will love this read.

brenda November 8, 2012
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4.0 out of 5 stars Excellent fiction with accuracy

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SCARAB is a very enjoyable fictional novel with many accurate details about what life was like in Ancient Egypt. Everyday archeologists and anthropologists are finding new clues to old civilizations. I really enjoyed the picture Mr. Overton captured into the lives of the regular people as well as the royal families. I am keeping this novel forever and will read further Max Overton tales.

MARTHA A. DELRIO October 17, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars Wow. Just Wow.

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Max Overton - Master Wordsmith. Honestly..... buy it!! Buy it! Buy it! Buy it! Then Wishlist the next four books in the series, put the kettle on and get ready for a REAL story. It was captivating and thought provoking. This book is just one "chapter" of a long lifetime which is covered from start to finish through the five books in the series. My review today is not only about this book but the entire series. Mr Overton has taken a name that history has remembered only twice and blown the breath of life into a strong, vibrant young woman. Her entire life....with all the hardship, the betrayals, the scheming plotting relatives, the love, the loss, the fear, the joy, the....LIFE! Life in all it's ugly, painful, joyous, beautiful, messy glory. The style of writing is very clever and very insightful. Mr Overton has shared a lot of historical fact throughout the story adding authenticity to Scarab's life. At other times, he's drawn on Biblical inspiration and raised some interesting questions. The story is told not purely from Scarab's point of view, but occasionally switches to other significant characters too, giving us some insight into their motives and mannerisms. I didn't notice any typo's or grammatical errors. Great plot - heaps of twists along the way. Fascinating characters - whom I either loved and loathed depending on their role in the story. I don't think I've ever hated a "bad guy" more than Ay. Beautiful setting(s) - makes me want to buy a plane ticket and see it for myself but I was there... I saw Kemet! I saw the White Walls and the temples, I saw the hot desert and I sailed the river along with Scarab. It takes a true wordsmith to take you back to ancient Kemet. Some fascinating theories about the Exodus.... it's so plausible. It takes a great mind to piece all of that together and tell such a wonderful story in such a skilful manner. The start and close of each book is set in 1940's (...or was it the 30's....??) Syria and by the end of the series I was deeply invested in the archaeological team despite their "small" part in the story. That was clever Mr Overton....that was just pure unadulterated clever.

Elizabeth~N September 9, 2012
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the amarnan kings book 1 Scarab-Akhenaten

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Looking for a book that details life in ancient egypt, not just the historical details, but bringing the story to life by involving the reader in the day to day lives of the ordinary citizens, but also the kings and queens of their time and the intrigues of daily life. The author has managed to amalgamate known facts with an amazing made up scenario that makes the reader totally believe what he is reading. I have become totally involved with the characters of this first instalment of these books,that I have puchased the further 4 other books in the series. Needless to say that I have not been disapointed in doing so. At the present moment up to half way through Book 3. Brilliant!!!!!!. Totally involved with the characters and can't wait for more.

martin September 3, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars A fabulous book...in PAPERBACK!!

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What a joy to read (and own) Overton's "Scarab-Akhenaten" (book #1). Max did his homework and wrote a masterpiece...and what a ride it is! And best of all, it was offered in PAPERBACK (as well as kindle). I can't do kindle (eyestrain), and frankly, I love the independence of real books in paperback and hardcover. If the grid goes down, I can still happily read. Book #1 of his "Scarab' series is SO good that I desperately want to read books #2 - #5 ... but I can't, because they're only offered in kindle forrmat. That ain't right. Not all of us are fans of ebooks. I wrote to the publisher (writers exchange.com) and perhaps they will disregard my feedback as a memo from a dinosaur. But Overton's "Scarab-Akhenaten" is a real GIFT to my library, and to yours. How I wish that we could have the freedom to choose paperback (or kindle). This would increase book sales too.

Sheila R. August 28, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars Great new discovery in authors

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Ok, I gave this book a try; I love historical fiction, the more ancient the better. No one knows for sure what happened that far back, tantalizing clues and some historical records are all we have and I've seen some pretty strange interpretations of the clues. This book not only delivers on a rational and reasonable explanation but does it in a manner that draws you in completely. It drew me in so far that, even though I knew I was getting close to the it, the end came as a complete surprise and threw me right out of the story. I bumped down and quickly proceeded to download the next book. I enjoy the world Overton has created and will most definitely visit more of it.

Wendy Wilson July 7, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars 18th Dynasty Egypt

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Wonderful story, well-written historical fiction. What a wonderful find. Thank you, Mr. Overton, for taking me on a trip to ancient Egypt. I cannot wait to read all the books of the series. Books 2 & 3 are already in my iPad library. Thank you especially for omitting the vulgarity and gratuitous sex that so many other authors feel compelled to weave into their books, which add nothing to the story line.

Laura F December 12, 2011

Continue the Series:

The Amarnan Kings, Book 1: Scarab-Akhenaten continue the series The Amarnan Kings, Book 2: Scarab-Smenkhkare continue the series The Amarnan Kings, Book 3: Scarab-Tutankhamen continue the series The Amarnan Kings, Book 4: Scarab-Ay continue the series The Amarnan Kings, Book 5: Scarab-Horemheb continue the series The Amarnan Kings, Book 6: Scarab-Descendant continue the series

 Prologue

Syria, 1959

 

Dr Dani Hanser stared out morosely at the sodden slopes steeply descending to the tiny rivulet, now in danger of becoming a full-fledged stream. Rain fell in misty swathes, obscuring the craggy rocks on the far side of the valley. She looked up from her position at the entrance of a large cave etched in sandstone cliffs, wiping the rain from her eyes and hair. Scowling, she turned back to her contemplation of the weather and the workers’ campsite huddled at the base of the cliffs.

Soft footsteps in the dirt and gravel of the cave floor brought Dani out of her reverie. Turning, she caught sight of a lanky young man in tattered jeans and tee shirt picking his way through the rubble toward her, his face almost obscured by luxuriant growths of chestnut hair.

The man grinned, white teeth flashing in his full beard. “Not joining us, Dani? I thought you’d be eager to get what you can from our last day’s dig.” A cultured British accent belied his scruffy appearance.

Dani jerked her head toward the rain and the deserted-looking campsite. Despite her despondency, the man’s youthful enthusiasm made her smile. “I’m just fed up, Marc, rainy day blues, I guess. And those lazy bastards down there.”

Marc flicked his eyes toward the campsite and snorted. “What do you expect? The Syrian government is paying them whether they work or not. Besides, they don’t have our lust for knowledge, the desire to wrest information from a few scattered bones and stone tools.”

“That’s just it, Marc. A few bones and tools is all we have to show for the last four months. I really thought we were going to find something important here. The signs are right; I know the Neanderthal migration route passed through this area. I thought this cave was a sure bet for our excavations.” Dani kicked idly at the rubble on the cave floor, her head turning toward the muffled sounds of conversation from deeper inside the cave.

Marc shrugged. “Perhaps the cave wasn’t so enticing thirty thousand years ago. Al says there are signs the walls were worked in relatively recent times.”

Dani sighed and thrust her hands into the pockets of her parka. “I know. This whole cliff face has been quarried sporadically over the last four thousand years, yet there are Neanderthal remains here. We have evidence that it was used as a shelter.”

“Just not the evidence the migration was coordinated rather than random.” Marc smiled again and gestured toward the interior of the cave. “Never mind, Dani. This year may be a washout–literally, but there’s always next season. Now come and join us, we have need of the guiding hand of our esteemed leader.”

Dani grinned. “Will you be back next year, Marc? You’ll have your doctorate by then. Maybe you’d rather be doing your own research rather than following a middle-aged frump into the Syrian Desert.”

The young man turned his eyes up to the rock ceiling. “‘Frump,’ she says. And middle-aged yet.” He looked back down at Dani and his face became serious. “Don’t you know your loyal team would follow you anywhere, Dr Hanser?” He pursed his lips, considering. “Well, almost all. I can think of one exception.”

Dani’s grin slipped and she blushed slightly, covering it by turning away toward the cave. “Well, we’ll see,” she muttered.

Marc ambled along behind her. “Be careful by the wall over there. This rain brought down some earth and stone. I think water must be eating away at a fault in the rock.” He reached out and gripped Dani’s elbow when she slipped in the mud.

“I’m okay,” Dani replied, stepping carefully along the muddy trail. She eyed the pile of rubble spreading out from a crevice in the cave wall. “I see what you mean. Well, it won’t worry us this year, but we’ll have…” She broke off and peered into the gloom. “What’s that?” She shook off Marc’s hand and gingerly picked her way through the mud toward the rock wall. She picked something up and slogged back to the trail before examining her find.

“What is it? Another tool?”

Dani wiped the mud from the small rounded object in her hand and held it up to the light. “I don’t believe it,” she whispered. “What the hell is something like this doing here?”

“What?” Marc leaned over and took the object from Dani’s hand. He turned it over and stared at the little carving wide-eyed. “It’s gold,” he breathed. “A bloody gold beetle.”

“Not a beetle, Marc, a scarab, an Egyptian scarab.” Dani shook her head and took the scarab back, peering at it in the dim light filtering back from the cave entrance. “It looks genuine enough. The workmanship is what I’d expect from, say, late Middle Kingdom or early New Kingdom, but…” She turned the scarab over and picked at the mud caked between the molded golden legs of the insect. “Holy mother!” she murmured.

“Egyptian, eh? Well, I suppose those gyppos got around. I seem to remember some of the pharaohs like Tuthmosis and Ramses got up this far.”

“Not with something like this.” Dani held up the scarab, displaying the underside. “See what’s inscribed on it?”

Marc peered closely in the dim light. “A spiky ball?” he said doubtfully.

“The sun disc, the Aten,” Dani replied, wonder in her voice. “This is the symbol of the Heretic King. The pharaohs after him tried to destroy all traces of him. What’s his scarab doing in Syria?”

“Heretic king? Sounds interesting. Who was he?”

“Akhenaten, pharaoh of the eighteenth dynasty and possible father of Pharaoh Tutankhamen.” Dani shook her head. “Scary times if you believed in the gods of Egypt. He tried to abolish all the old gods and set up a new religion worshiping the disk of the sun.”

“Never heard of him.” Marc grinned. “I’ve heard of old king Tut, though. Curse of the pharaohs and all that.” He looked over his shoulder at the dark recesses of the cave. “What horror from beyond the grave will come to haunt us?” He broke into a peal of laughter and pointed a finger at Dani. “Beware, Dr Hanser, the mummy always comes for the pretty girl.”

“Idiot!” Dani grinned despite herself. She gripped the scarab tightly in her right hand and pivoted slowly, searching the bare rock walls around her. “Get the others, Marc.”

“Eh?” Marc sobered and he peered at Dani, his eyebrows coming together in perplexity. “What for? There’s nothing here. We went over this section when we first arrived.”

“Please, just get them.” Dani waited until the squelching footsteps receded into the depths of the cave before relaxing her tense shoulders. She lowered her head and unclenched her hand, staring at the golden scarab. “It is true, then,” she muttered. She paused, smiling self-consciously. “Nut, show me that which is hidden.”

Several minutes passed in silence as Dani stared, eyes unfocused, at the rough stone walls of the wide cave. She blinked, and then shook her head when the sound of voices intruded on her. Turning, she watched her small group of graduate students negotiate the muddy track that led from deep in the cave system and the anthropological dig. Flashlights bobbed and danced, sending little disks of light skittering over the ground before fading into the gray light seeping from the cave entrance.

A small dark man with long, wavy, black hair sweeping down over his eyes led the group. He stared up at the tall woman standing by the rock wall, a sour expression distorting his features.

“Well, Dr Hanser?” he asked in a singsong voice redolent of Welsh valleys. “Why have you dragged us away from our valuable work? Is it just to look for golden treasure?”

“Damn it, Daffyd,” muttered a male voice from the rear of the group of students. “Do you always have to be so objectionable?”

Daffyd turned, his jaw thrust out. “Objectionable is it, boyo? Just because I’m the only one who seems to take this dig seriously. Here we are at the arse-end of the season and everyone is losing interest. Well, I’m not and I resent being pulled away to search for Egyptian shit.”

“Please, Daffyd,” Dani said, “moderate your language. There are women present.”

“Don’t mind us,” came a clear young voice. A tall blonde girl pushed to the front and stood, hands on hips in front of the tiny Welshman. A man’s shirt and faded, ripped jeans covered in mud totally failed to conceal her feminine charms. She grinned, displaying a set of beautiful teeth behind her full lips. “We’re used to Daffyd’s coarser vocabulary. In fact,” she fluttered long lashes, “it’s quite a turn-on.”

Daffyd flushed and stepped back. “You keep your foul insinuations to yourself,” he muttered. “I’ll not listen to them.” He pushed away and stumbled a few paces back down the track toward the dig, before stopping and standing with hands in pockets, glowering at the group of young people.

Marc snorted. “Now, what’s up, Dani? What do you want us to do?”

Dani held out her hand, displaying the golden scarab. “Look at this, all of you. It’s Egyptian, end of the eighteenth dynasty or thereabouts and has no business being here.”

The students gathered round, the light from the flashlights scintillating from the golden insect. The tall blonde poked a grimy finger at the artifact.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, stroking the scarab’s etched wing covers. “But why shouldn’t it be here? Egyptians got up this far into Syria. In fact,” her brow furrowed, “didn’t the battle of Kadesh take place near here?”

Dani nodded. “About twenty miles northwest of here. But that doesn’t explain this.” She flipped the scarab over, revealing the sun disk nestled between the carving’s legs.

“A circle?” chipped in another girl. “What’s exciting about that?” She straightened, pushing back lanky brown hair from her face. “I mean, the beetle is gorgeous but why is a circle so interesting?”

“Because, Doris, dear,” said the blonde, “that is not just a circle. Look at the lines radiating from it. They end in little hands. This is an Aten.”

“Very good, Angela.” Dani grinned. She looked around the circle of faces. “Next question, guys–what is an Aten?” Marc opened his mouth to speak and Dani held up her hand. “Give the others a chance, Marc.”

“A circle with hands,” said a fresh-faced young man, grinning. He caught Dani’s eye and blushed. “Sorry, Doc.”

“Aside from Will’s statement of the obvious,” said Dani, “any other thoughts? Bob? Al?” Both men shook their heads. “All right, Angela. Tell us what an Aten is.”

“The Aten is the disk of the sun and represents one of the gods of ancient Egypt,” replied Angela promptly. “For a while, the Aten was the only god worshipped, then they overthrew his temples and went back to the old gods. I’m sorry, Dr Hanser. That’s all I know.”

“Not bad.” Dani nodded approvingly. “Very little is known of the time or the events surrounding them. What makes this artifact so interesting…” she held up the scarab, “is the placement of the symbol of the god Aten on the scarab. The scarab was the symbol of Khepri, an aspect of Re who was one of the most powerful gods in the Egyptian pantheon. Someone was making a statement here.”

Daffyd, who had moved up to stand at the back of the group, listening intently, grunted his approval.

Al looked around the cave, scratching his unshaved face absently. “You think there might be other stuff here, Doc?”

“I know there is.” Dani crossed the mudslide to the cave wall. She ran her hands over the fresh scars in the curved surface of the sandstone and over a vertical surface next to it. “The scarab fell from here. There is more.”

Doris glanced at the others. “Er…that’s just a blank wall.”

“That’s right,” agreed Marc. “Perhaps the scarab was just in the mud and we missed it when we searched this area.”

“No.” Dani shook her head, running her fingers over the smooth rock surface. “There is more here. I know it.”

Angela frowned. “How, Dani?” she asked bluntly. “How do you know?”

Bob grunted and picked his way gingerly across the slippery mud to Dani’s side. He held the flashlight close to the rock wall, throwing light sideways across the surface in a great yellow cone. Moving slowly he pushed past Dani, murmuring an apology, and illuminated the area on the vertical surface close to the recent rock fall.

“There, see it?” Bob pointed. “A tiny groove.”

“Where?” Marc joined him, waving his flashlight around, peering at the rock.

“Not like that,” Bob said patiently. “Hold it parallel to the rock face. See how the light throws irregularities into relief. See…just there…a thin straight shadow.”

“Um, possibly.” Marc looked round at Bob, one eyebrow raised.

“You’re right,” Angela agreed. She reached out and traced the shadow over the rock face from top to bottom. “What do you think, Dani?”

Dani nodded. “I think it’s a doorway.”

Al frowned. “Bit of a leap, doctor. I mean, extrapolating a straight line in a rock wall to a doorway…” His voice trailed off.

Bob dropped to his knees, oblivious of the mud, and shone his flashlight directly upward, pushing his face awkwardly against the sandstone. He peered up for a few minutes, angling his head first one way then another. “A line, there.” He pointed. “At right angles to the first one. I think you’re right, Dani.”

“Jesus H. Christ,” breathed Al. “We got us a tomb, girls and boys.”

“Now who’s jumping to conclusions?” Dani asked, a smile on her face. “It’s a doorway. Who knows where it leads?”

“So let’s find out.” Marc turned and started back toward the diggings. “I’ll get a couple of pickaxes.”

“Hey, hey,” Al shouted. “We can’t just go blasting into something like this. There are protocols to follow. Tell him, Dani.”

Dani looked from one to the other, noting the eagerness on most faces as well as concern creeping across their features. “Al’s right, guys. There are protocols to follow. We should report this to the authorities in Damascus.”

Will snorted. “Once they hear of it, we’ll be packed off home on the next plane. We found it. We should be the ones to excavate it.”

“That’s true, Dani,” added Marc. “They’ll hand it over to some government team and we’ll be lucky if we ever hear what they find.”

“Let’s go for it, doc,” Angela urged. She looked around at the others. “What do you say, guys? Bob? Doris?…Dani?”

Dani grinned. “It’s tempting.” She held up a hand as Al opened his mouth. “I know, Al, we’re not really qualified to open an Egyptian tomb but hey, we don’t even know if it is one. All we’ve found are a couple of lines in a rock wall. It may be nothing.”

“And we’d look awful fools if we reported a tomb and there was nothing there. Do you think they’d let us back next year?” Marc approached Al and punched him lightly on the shoulder. “What do you say? Can we at least see if there’s anything there?”

Al scowled and rubbed his shoulder. “I guess, but I don’t like it.”

“Do you want to go back to the camp or the dig, Al?” Dani asked, her voice gentle. “If we get into trouble over this I’ll tell them you protested my actions.”

Al stared at Dani. “No way, doc. If you’re determined to go ahead, I’m not going to miss a thing.” He turned to Marc. “Go get the pickaxes, dear boy. We have work to do.”

Dusk fell, the gray light draining away leaving deep pools of shadow. Bob and Will disappeared for a time before returning from the camp with kerosene lanterns that spluttered and hissed, spreading a golden hue over the sandstone walls. Shadows, demonic and distorted, leapt and plunged as Marc and Al swung their pickaxes. Angela and Doris raked back the chips of sandstone, clearing the debris piling up at the foot of the rock wall.

Dani sat on a boulder near the main path, her gaze fixed on the wall, her fingers stroking the golden scarab. Daffyd sat quietly beside Dani, a stubby self-rolled cigarette glowing in his shadowed face.

At last, Marc lowered his pick and stepped back, his flushed features glistening with sweat, his long hair and beard matted and dirty.

“It’s a veneer,” he said quietly. “A half an inch or so of plaster mixed with rock dust and sand hiding bricks.”

Dani got up and dusted off her jeans before crossing slowly to the shattered wall. Her boots crunched in the fragments of plaster and stone littering the mud. She slipped the scarab into a pocket and ran her fingers over the rough serried brick.

“There are no seals,” she whispered. “No cartouches, no symbols. Whatever this is, it’s not a tomb.”

“Damn,” said Al. “I thought we were onto something.”

“We are. Nobody goes to this length to hide something unless it’s important.”

“But if it’s not a tomb, what could it be?” Angela asked. “And what about the scarab? Where does that fit in?”

“Only one way to find out,” grunted Marc, hefting his pick again. “Stand back, guys. Time to make the bricks fly.”

“Hang on, boyo,” drawled Daffyd. “There’s something you should do before you get all macho again.”

Marc lowered the pick and swung round. “Yeah? And what might that be? I don’t see you contributing much to this enterprise.”

“That’s because I believe in careful methodology rather than the cowboy antics I’ve seen so far.” He got to his feet and flicked his cigarette stub into the shadows before turning to Dani. “Dr Hanser, at least take some photographs of the wall before you break it down.”

“What for?” Al strode to the wall and flung out his hand, gesturing at the rough bricks. “They’re only bricks, for God’s sake, not some bloody artifact.”

Daffyd smirked and pulled out his tin of tobacco and cigarette papers. “Dear, oh dear, Dr Hanser, some of your students are showing a dismaying level of ignorance.” He finished rolling his cigarette and stuck it between his lips. He slipped the tin of tobacco into his pocket, lit up and breathed a cloud of strongly-smelling smoke over his unwilling audience. “Let me enlighten you.”

He strolled over to the wall, pushing past Marc and Al. “Doris, be a good girl and lift that lantern a bit higher.” He crouched beside the wall and regarded Dani and the students crowding round. He smirked again. “Now, I’m an expert on the Paleolithic, not historical times, but even I can see that there are two types of bricks here.” He stabbed a finger at the wall. “This is common mud-brick, sun dried, with an obvious straw inclusion. They’ve been making this type of brick in the Middle East for thousands of years. But this…” Daffyd brushed some dust loose from the lower tiers of the wall. “This is worked stone. Brick-sized, much the same colour, but definitely worked stone. And a rather distinctive style, I might add.”

“So what does that mean, Daffyd?” asked Angela.

“You want to tell them, Dr Hanser?”

Dani nodded slowly. “The dressed stone looks Egyptian. It is similar to the funerary blocks used throughout the Middle Kingdom and early part of the New Kingdom. Whoever started this did not finish it, though. The mud bricks were added later, by unskilled laborers.”

“Or else we have a desecrated tomb, repaired by a later generation,” added Daffyd. “Either way, we need to photograph this wall before we break through.”

“We’re still going to do that?” Doris queried. “I mean, if it really is a tomb, oughtn’t we to…er, tell somebody?”

Dani pursed her lips, her forehead furrowing. “I still favor going ahead, at least for now.” She looked across at the tiny Welshman leaning nonchalantly against the brick wall. “You agree, Daffyd?”

“Oh, yes. Whatever we find, it should be interesting. Just take a few elementary precautions. Act like scientists for God’s sake, not like a pack of children.” He walked back to the path and sat down against a boulder. He stretched out his legs and put his hands behind his head.

“I’ll get the camera,” murmured Bob, hurrying off toward the cave entrance.

Used flash bulbs littered the ground before Dani expressed satisfaction. She called Marc and Al over to the wall and pointed out an area of crumbling mud brick at about waist height. “Keep the hole small, if you can, and if you break through into a cavity, stop at once.”

Marc and Al went at it enthusiastically and after only a few strokes, stepped back. “Here’s your cavity, Dani,” Marc murmured.

A black hole yawned in the sandy coloured wall of brick, sucking in the yellow light of the lanterns. Dani moved closer and brushed the rubble away from the lip of the hole. A loose brick fell inside with a clatter that echoed and rang. She took the lantern from Doris and held it to the hole, peering past the light into the cavity.

“What can you see, doc?” Al asked.

Dani peered through the hole in silence for several minutes. “There’s…there’s a chamber. I can’t see the far walls, only the closest one, but there are pictures and…and colours.” She pulled back and stared wide-eyed at her students, her face pale. “We’ve got to get in there. Help me.”

Marc stared back at Dani’s shocked features for a few moments then shouldered past her and stuck his head through the hole. A heartbeat later he ripped at the crumbling mud brick, pulling it loose in a billowing cascade of dust and dirt. Al joined him, then a moment later, Bob and Angela, jostling at the rapidly growing cavity.

A section of the brick fell away, into the room beyond the cave and a shaft from the kerosene lanterns, filtered through dust clouds, lit up the interior. A whitewashed wall, gleaming as if freshly painted, sent a coruscation of light back. Figures of animals and men danced on the wall as the dust billowed and settled.

Coughing and wiping the grit from their faces, the students stepped aside, letting their leader enter. Dani stepped cautiously across the threshold of dressed sandstone blocks and swept the beam of her flashlight over the walls and floors of the chamber. She let it rest for a moment on a jumble of wood and stone in a far corner before continuing her survey.

“Incredible,” she breathed. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

The students crowded into the chamber, pushing and jostling, their bodies obscuring the lanterns, sending dark shadows leaping over the painted walls. They settled, staring about them, flashlights picking out the details.

“Look,” cried Marc, pointing. “A hunting scene.” A flight of ducks, wings spread, each feather painstakingly delineated, exploded from the surface of a lotus-covered lagoon. An archer, concealed among rushes and feathery papyrus, took aim. On the far side of the lagoon a skewered bird lay, its head raised in agony as another fell from the skies. The colours of the scene glowed and the shifting shadows lent movement to the hunt.

“My God,” breathed Doris. “They look alive.”

“And here,” Angela said. “Is this the owner of the tomb?”

The others swung round to look at the opposite wall. A young woman, reddish hair cropped in a side lock, her large almond eyes blued and outlined in black, calmly regarded a large scarab beetle. The insect, rather than being a stylized representative of the sun god, was caught in the act of rolling a dung ball across the sand.

The students stared at the woman on the wall, taking in her fine features, her sheer garment and the studied poise of her carriage. Angela walked to the painting and reached up to it, touching the delicately hennaed feet. “She looks like you, Dr Hanser.”

“Maybe a little,” replied Dani. “My mother was Egyptian after all.”

“No, really,” said Marc. “I’d swear that was you.”

“Whoever it is, we have a bit of a mystery here,” Daffyd said softly. “The subject matter is typical New Kingdom Egyptian but the style is not. It is similar to Amarna-style art but with differences. Look how alive these paintings are. It’s almost photographic the way the artist has captured movement.”

Al spoke from near the entrance. His head bent close to the wall, his flashlight illuminated a small part of the surface. “The wall’s covered in tiny hieroglyphics. Can anyone read them?”

Daffyd crossed over and scanned the surface. “Another mystery. These hieroglyphs are minute. Not at all like a normal inscription.”

“Can you read them?”

Daffyd shrugged. “A little. These symbols in a cartouche…” he pointed to a series of tiny marks surrounded by a lozenge-shaped line. “…represent royalty. If memory serves, this one says ‘Ankh-e-sen-pa’ something.”

“Ankhesenpaaten,” said Dani from across the chamber. “And the bit before it probably says ‘King’s daughter, of his body, his beloved.'”

“How the hell would you know that?” Al asked. “You couldn’t possibly see it from over there. I’m standing right by it and I can hardly make out the squiggles.”

“Because this is a tomb of someone connected with the worship of the Aten, and Ankhesenpaaten was a daughter of pharaoh Akhenaten.” Dani pointed her flashlight at the ceiling of the chamber.

A great golden sun disk filled the ceiling vault, rays extending outward in all directions, becoming tiny hands holding the ankh, the symbol of life. One ray, longer than the rest, swept back into the shadows at the rear of the chamber. Dani’s flashlight followed it across the roof and down the far wall to where it touched the head of a kneeling woman. Back turned to its live audience, the painted image regarded an array of beings facing it. Figures of men, of women, of beasts and strange combinations stood in a semicircle around the kneeling figure, their painted concentration focused on the young woman.

“The Great Ennead of Heliopolis,” Dani said in a strangely flat voice. “The nine gods of ancient Egypt.”

“I thought they had hundreds of gods?”

“They did, but the Nine embody all the others. Three was a sacred number to the Egyptians and three times three even more so.” Dani walked closer to the rear wall and knelt down in the dust, her body hiding the painting of the kneeling woman. She raised her hands as if in supplication. “Atum-Re, creator god and sun god; Shu, god of air; Tefnut, goddess of water; Geb, lord of the earth; Nut, goddess of the heavens; Asar, lord of the dead; Seth, god of violence; Nebt-Het, mistress of the underworld and protector of the dead; Auset, queen, protector and sustainer…” Dani’s head slumped and she almost fell, leaning against the wall.

Marc and Angela leapt forward to support her, lifting her to her feet. “What the hell happened?” Marc asked. “Are you okay?”

“You seemed really weird there, Doc,” Angela added.

Dani shook her head and disengaged herself from Marc and Angela. “I’m okay. Just a bit dizzy there for a moment. Now, what was I going to do? Ah, yes, have a look at this inscription.” She pushed past the students to the wall where Al and Daffyd still stood. “Let’s have a look, shall we?” Dani leaned close to the wall, flashlight in hand. She perused the hieroglyphs for several minutes, her lips moving as she muttered to herself.

“Yes, as I thought. This is a description of Ankhesenpaaten entering into the presence of her father at some ceremony or other…doesn’t seem to say which one…maybe…” She moved across the wall, her finger tracing the symbols. “…ah, the Great Heb-Sed festival. In the twelfth year of Akhenaten’s reign.”

Dani stepped back and scanned the wall, her flashlight beam lighting up the columns of tiny symbols covering the wall from ceiling to floor. She shook her head, her brow furrowed and eyes narrowed.

“This wasn’t written by a scribe. The words are wrong; the tone is far too informal. It reads as though it’s a letter to a friend. I’ve never seen an inscription like this.”

“But you can read it?” Marc asked.

“What does it say?” Al gripped her arm.

“Tell us, Dr Hanser,” pressed Daffyd quietly. “Start at the beginning and tell us what it’s about.” He guided Dani gently across the room to a clear space at the right-hand end of the wall. “The figures face to the right, so we read from the right.”

Dani nodded and scanned the first column of symbols. She cleared her throat and traced the hieroglyphs with a finger.

“Know then that I, the last of the line of Amenhotep and mother of the Great House, the Lord of the Two Lands, he who is Seti son of Ramses; to him be Life, Prosperity, Health; do set down this account of my vengeance against the blasphemers and usurpers of the holy throne of Kemet. I, who was once counted as the least of the daughters of the king, have been blessed by the gods. Though I bear the name of the one god who was set above all others, yet have the true gods of my land used me to reassert their authority over all men. Know then that I am Beketaten, youngest daughter of King Nebmaetre Amenhotep, and of his Great Wife Tiye. I was born in a year of tragedy and hope…”


Chapter One

 

I have sat on the throne of The Two Lands, Ta Mehu and Ta Shemau; Kemet and Deshret; known too as the Land of the Nine Bows and to people of the nations as the Nation; the sacred seat whence all power derives in that ancient land. It is the throne of the Great House Per-Aa, that name transferred to the king who is called Great One; God-on-Earth, beloved of Re, bringer of life and death, shepherd to the people.

They say that the experience changes a man forever. I would not know, for two reasons: First, I cannot remember a time before I sat on the throne, coming to it in the belly of my mother. And second, I am a woman.

I was born in the thirty-first year of the reign of Nebmaetre Amenhotep, Lord of the Two Lands. I am his youngest daughter, begotten on the body of his beloved wife and queen Tiye, yet he never knew me or received me into his holy presence. I was born six months after the gods struck my father down with an affliction that erased his memories and crippled his body. For eight years he remained thus until the gods called my father to take his place among them in the underworld.

The kings of Kemet are given five names. Secret names, familiar names, names by which they are known to those they rule and by which the nations of the world know them. My father Amenhotep was known by that name only to his family; it was a personal name, bestowed on him at birth by a proud father. In truth, he was the Living Heru, Strong Bull Appearing in Truth; establishing Laws and Pacifying; Golden Heru, Great of Valor, Smiting the Asiatics; King of Ta Shemau and Ta Mehu, Nebmaetre; Son of Re, Amenhotep, Ruler of the city of Waset in the sepat of Waset, in our beloved Ta Shemau.

Women are only given one name, for though women are accorded equality within the Two Lands, unlike other nations, women themselves are regarded as ornaments. A woman may own property, divorce her husband, marry whom she chooses, and bring suit against a man in the law courts. A queen may hold great power within the land, may rule over a great household and, in the absence of the king, may even issue commands; yet she is regarded as a lesser being by her husband. How much less is a girl-child worth, one born without a father?

A royal boy, particularly an heir, is named by his father on the day of his birth, and on the next holy day receives a secret name known only to the gods and their high priest. Later, a king receives coronation names by which he is known to the nations. My father Amenhotep had the coronation name Nebmaetre, and my brother, also Amenhotep–at least as he was at the start–was known as Neferkheperure Waenre.

A girl also receives a name from her father, though this may be the only one she receives until she flowers into womanhood. Then, if she displays some great beauty, she may be called by a more descriptive name.

I, on the other hand, though a royal princess, had no father present on my birth date to give me a chosen name. No one gave me a name and, though my mother, Queen Tiye, told me later that my name was to have been Beketamen, the handmaiden of Amun, I was never called that. Later, when my brother became king, I received first a nickname, then a proper name at his hands. For a few years I was called simply No-Name. It was as well that I did not realize at the time in what peril I was, having no name. If I had died, my spirit would have ceased to exist, the gods would have turned from me. Later, though, I acquired other names–nicknames, names of endearment from family and lovers, names of awe from the common people, and names of hatred from my enemies.

Yes, I have enemies. One does not enter the royal house; become a member of the nobility, live intimately with kings and princes without making enemies.  Just as my position is high within the Great House, so are my enemies among the highest and most powerful. I have fought against three kings, two of whom were members of my own family. They are dead now these many years and I have lived to see another family raised to the Great House, though few within it realize they are tied to my family by bonds of blood.

The Great House of Kemet is ancient. The scribes and priests maintain there has been a king in Kemet time out of mind, stretching thousands of years back to when Menes, the first God-on-earth unified and ruled this blessed land. That is not to say that my father was a direct earthly descendant of the first king. Many families have embraced the godhead, for the gods themselves desire strength on the throne of Kemet. Even the strongest and most virile young man will fade, passing by degrees into maturity and feeble old age. So it is with families too. A dynasty of kings will arise, full of power and strength, ruling Kemet with an iron hand for a time. Then as the generations pass, the strength leaves–dissipates–until the kings presiding over the decline of the family fade into obscurity and the gods raise a new family from the ashes of the old.

Our family has been a strong one, possibly one of the strongest. My great-grandfather Tuthmosis, the third of that name, was a great conqueror, making his name, and Kemet’s, feared amongst the nations. My father, too, has been a great king, though one devoted to building and beauty rather than to the destructions of war. Yet he was the last of the great kings of our family. For a time I believed my brother/nephew Smenkhkare would achieve fame but he had too many enemies.

Smenkhkare–ah, Smenkhkare–best of men. There was a man destined to become a great king but for the evil of his Tjaty. A son of my father’s later years, Smenkhkare was not in the direct line of succession, yet he was raised to the throne by fate and the strong hand of his uncle. My father begat him on his daughter, my elder sister Sitamen, three years before my own birth. It may seem strange and unnatural to those of lesser nations that a man should have a child on his own daughter, yet in the Great House it is not uncommon.

Every king seeks an heir of his body, and more, as the future is known only to the gods. Yet too many sons and the peace of a household may be disturbed through unseemly rivalry. So, too, with daughters. It is unthinkable that a royal daughter of Kemet should be married off to some foreign prince, but if not a prince of the nations, who is she to marry? Many nobles of the Two Lands would be only too pleased to link their houses with the king’s by marrying off a son to the king’s daughter; but in that way, too, lies discord. Many an act of violence has been spawned by overweening ambition. Far better the king should marry his sister and his daughter and keep the strength of the Great House within the family. The gods themselves spend their seed only amongst sisters, mothers, daughters, being jealous of their power. Why should not the king, Lord of the Two Lands and God-on-Earth, do likewise?

My father Nebmaetre Amenhotep married a commoner, Tiye, daughter of the king’s Master of Horse, Yuya, and by all accounts loved her deeply. He had other wives of course; no king would be respected unless he had a herd of wives to be serviced by the Great Bull of Heru; yet was my mother, Tiye, always his favorite. They had seven children together – two sons: Tuthmosis and Amenhotep, family names that reflect the strength and antiquity of our line; and five daughters: Sitamen, Iset, Henuttaneb, Nebetiah and me.

Tuthmosis was the eldest, crown prince and heir, beloved of my father. Strong of limb, bronzed and athletic, with a quick and sharp mind, he embodied all that was good and great in my family. People talked of him as a re-embodiment of his illustrious namesake great-grandfather and looked for mighty deeds when he ascended the throne. He became a priest of Ptah in the city of Ineb Hedj–first heir to the throne ever to be elevated to this position–but fell ill and died of the plague four years before my birth. His brother Amenhotep was raised up in his place. Being the only surviving son, my father raised him to the throne, making him a co-regent. However, as he had neither the inclination, nor the heart for kingship, the younger Amenhotep, now styled Neferkheperure Waenre, returned to Zarw where he ruled, with his advisors, over the Delta lands.

Amenhotep was everything Tuthmosis was not. A sickly child, he pursued activities more in keeping with a scribe’s son rather than the son of a king. Poetry was his passion, never statecraft. He was raised in my mother’s city of Zarw, far downriver from Waset, surrounded by our mother’s kinsmen. Yuya, our grandfather was a foreigner, a learned man of the tribe of Khabiru from the north. I believe it was from these people that my brother learned his strange ideas.

By puberty, it became apparent that the gods had not blessed Amenhotep with the strength that a king of the Land of the Nine Bows needs. He developed strangely, his swollen hips and thighs hinting at a female’s sex rather than a male’s. His head was oddly elongate and his face long. If he had not been the king’s son, it was whispered that he might have been put away. However, he was an acknowledged son of the king’s body and while hardly likely to succeed to the throne, he was cherished, though far from the king’s side. It was whispered, too, that my brother Amenhotep was not the natural son of his father the king, but instead came from the loins of another man, a Khabiru, in the Zarw household of my mother. These whispers, however, were started by a man who had everything to gain from blackening the names of my family, and I put no credence in them.

My father, as I have already said, was not a great warrior. He successfully waged war against the Nubians but put more store on diplomacy. His constant negotiations led to many foreign marriages as he tied the kings of surrounding lands to Kemet’s skirts. One such diplomatic wife, Ghilukhepa, daughter of Shuttarna, King of Mitanni, came to my father’s bed in the tenth year of his reign. Yet even this sloe-eyed, raven-haired beauty could not distract my father long. He sired a child on her, then duty done, hastened back to my mother’s side.

His eldest daughter Sitamen, my sister, married her father in his twenty-sixth regnal year, in a year of Jubilee. The jubilee was held early for a reason that is not remembered, perhaps just on the whim of the king. It would normally have been held in the king’s thirtieth year. At the first great Heb-Sed festival of his reign, where Nebmaetre Amenhotep went through a ritual re-enactment of his coronation, anointed with the white crown of the South and the red crown of the North, he proved his strength by running, in full regalia, around the great chariot stadium four times with the Apis bull beside him. Later, in the royal palace, he proved his continued virility by taking Sitamen as Great Royal Wife. He lay with her, even though by custom it was not required, and later that year rejoiced in the birth of his son Smenkhkare.

He married his other daughter Iset four years later, after another Heb-Sed festival, making her, too, a Great Royal Wife. But he did not lay with Iset, as that very evening, while celebrating the marriage feast, my father was struck down by the god Set, ever the enemy of the Living Heru.

Heqareshu, overseer of the nurses, told me later that as Amenhotep stood in the great hall, his beautiful young bride on his arm, accepting the plaudits of the assembled nobility, he staggered and put a hand up to his head before collapsing. He remained asleep, unable to be aroused, for a night and a day, but when he at last awoke, it was as if the king had been replaced by a clay figure of a man. His muscles would not obey him; the left side of his face sagged and ran like a beeswax candle left out in the sun, and his voice, once so deep and powerful, was now slurred and unintelligible.

My mother, the queen, stepped in when it became apparent this malady would last, and for half a year managed the kingdom alone until their son Neferkheperure Waenre Amenhotep could be summoned from distant Zarw, anointed by the priests of Amun and crowned as full regent in Waset. This was as close as I ever came to the throne myself, being in the belly of my mother, except for–but I am getting ahead of myself…

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4.0 out of 5 stars Entertaining tale ancient Egypt

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I read this book to learn something about 18th dynasty Egypt prior to an Egyptian tour. Enjoyable story peppered with historical details about Egypt that time period. Fun intro to the era. Looking forward to volume 2 in the series

siberacuse1 October 14, 2023
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4.0 out of 5 stars But what!

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Good story of life in Ancient Egypt but left me hanging with no continuation of the story at the end. What happen to Scarab?

VGK August 23, 2020
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5.0 out of 5 stars Exciting story from a spectator

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This story provides a spectator view of life in Ancient Egypt during the time of the Heretic, Pharaoh Akhenaten. Many unanswered questions from this time period are theorized in a logical manner based on known evidence. What happened to Queen Nefertiti? Were Nefertiti and Smenkhere the same person? What was life like in the capital city known as Akhenaten? How did the person who became Akhenaten establish the worship of one god over the many gods favored in Egypt? An exhilarating story of intrigue, innocence, corruption, love, and life in the greatest ancient civilization the world has ever known portrayed in a plausible and fascinating way.

T. Rodriguez September 17, 2018
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5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars

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I like Egyptian history and culture.

wilma brown August 9, 2016
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5.0 out of 5 stars Great book! Really recommend this entire series

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Great book! Really recommend this entire series, it's amazingly well researched and awesome for anyone into Egyptian history and mythology.

Jenna Whittaker June 6, 2016
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5.0 out of 5 stars Tell el Amarna

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Quite enjoyable history. I found it informative as well as charming

KLEM January 1, 2015
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4.0 out of 5 stars Quite a gripping read! The Akhenaten story told in ...

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Quite a gripping read! The Akhenaten story told in a different way, well researched and full of interesting daily-life details, and not only from the Palace! I can only recommand this book to others and myself buy the next in the series!!

nibiki66 December 15, 2014
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5.0 out of 5 stars Hike Up Your Kilt and read it at any level

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Yes, it's a long series. Yes it's historical fiction. Yes, there is academic bits to anchor the place and the daily life. So what? It is more credible than Vampires or the inbreeding of European/Asia nobles. It does bring the ancient world into a more human perspective. It frighteningly shows how slowly change comes especially with a philosopher King. And what does a power have to do to maintain regional peace? all in all a book series which could be a young adult book or a more mature reader's entrance to an Egyptian trip if one didn't want to read current guide books.

KindleKip September 18, 2014
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Excellent

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Not just a great story ,the information detailing Egyptian life and rituals is vast. You get a great read and educational value as well. Can't wait to start book two. Gordon Craig

gordon craig September 13, 2014
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4.0 out of 5 stars Historical Fiction

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Providing clear details and imaginative characters, Scarab tells the story of the discovery of an Egyptian tomb in the present day, and then flashes back to the story of the tomb's owner. As a fan of fiction set in Ancient Egypt I found this easy to follow and did not find it bogged down by too many info-dumps.

athenenike August 4, 2014
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4.0 out of 5 stars Found it a very interesting read, lots of twist ...

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Found it a very interesting read, lots of twist and turns, looking forward to the next book in the series.

Tony Kuiumdjian July 30, 2014
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Well researched,well written

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I have been interested in the history of Akhenaten for some time, and was delighted to find this fictional account. A really good, believable take on this strange man. A great idea to follow the fortunes of one person (Scarab) as she interacts with all the famous and infamous characters of the time. I have also now bought the other five books in the series - have read the second, so far and have started the third.

P. G. Russell June 24, 2014
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Brave

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I had not read anything about this period of Egyptian history until this book, and to read a story laid out from the viewpoint of a Pharaoh's youngest daughter was really interesting. Well written and entertaining.

Colin Prinn June 16, 2014
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Tha Amarnan kings

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It took a while to get into it but the historical research is second to none and am looking forward to reading the series

Terry NOBLE April 3, 2014
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If you are interested in Egyptology - this is the book for you...

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Max Overton has certainly done his research. He sweeps one back into time, making one feel that they are actually there. His knowledge of the warfare of that era is excellent. However, I have read that Nefertiti was the warrior queen and not Scarab but that could be poetic license. I particularly like the way he has developed the character Scarab from her childhood to maturity. Max is also gifted with insight in his weaving of the emotions of women and men. It was such a good read that I have purchased all of the Amarnan Kings' books. He cleverly made the endings a prerequisite for seeking the next book. Well done!

Bea Purkis March 14, 2014
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really interesting series

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I had never read ancient Egypt stories before, but wanted to know more after reading Ms McCullochs Anthony and Cleopatra(Masters of Rome series, which along with O'Briens Master and Commander series, the best historical novels ever, I think so anyway!). I found all the Scarab books great,and they are longish, good for quick readers .The characters are fascinating, and since reading these books I have read other series with similar Egyptian themes.But to me ,these are my favourites, better by far than most.There is a lot of drama and revenge and bloodshed .Nice to have a female hero too.I cant comment on the historical accuracy but the author gives reasons for his take on it, and however true to the actual events ,it is a great story.well worth buying or get a sample and see.

F. Mckinney February 14, 2014
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5.0 out of 5 stars Good

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I love Egyptian stuff and this one gave me new insight into their kings and their queens and the drama.

colleen hathaway January 21, 2014
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5.0 out of 5 stars Fantastic

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I love the eighteenth dynasty, and I can't wait to read all the books in this series. Scarab was so good I could not put it down. I just started book 2 and again I can hardly put it down.

Paula L. Dieboldt October 21, 2013
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Looking good

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I'm only two thirds of the way through this book. It's an entertaining story set in an interesting period of Egyptian history. Well written with plenty of detail to be absorbed. The characters and plot seem to be playing out well. Have already decided to buy the next installment.

Netaheta August 26, 2013
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Slow Start

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Was a very slow start compared to the Mules series . Names hard to keep track of. But guess understandable given the biopic nature of the whole complete series to introduce all the characters. Looking forward to the next installment as the story has picked up pace....

Dermot O'Beirne July 23, 2013
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Great read

5.0

I found the story almost like a documentary, gripping and real. I am now very interested in The period of Akhenaten and his efforts to install a one God regimen over Egypt fascinating.

Bryan M. JONES May 25, 2013
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4.0 out of 5 stars very good

4.0

Well I took a chance on this based on reviews. Thanks folks because I really enjoyed it. The day I finished I bought book 2. I won't read it next, but nice to have it in the hopper.

Martyd December 9, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars EXCELLENT

5.0

Love this book. The writing is so good, it's hard to put it down. Truly a page turner, after reading this one I intend to get the whole Amarnan collection on my Kindle fire. If you like all things Ancient Egypt, you'll love this book.

Seshat December 4, 2012
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good read

4.0

If you like fiction told by the main character, based in places and with people from history you will love this read.

brenda November 8, 2012
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4.0 out of 5 stars Excellent fiction with accuracy

4.0

SCARAB is a very enjoyable fictional novel with many accurate details about what life was like in Ancient Egypt. Everyday archeologists and anthropologists are finding new clues to old civilizations. I really enjoyed the picture Mr. Overton captured into the lives of the regular people as well as the royal families. I am keeping this novel forever and will read further Max Overton tales.

MARTHA A. DELRIO October 17, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars Wow. Just Wow.

5.0

Max Overton - Master Wordsmith. Honestly..... buy it!! Buy it! Buy it! Buy it! Then Wishlist the next four books in the series, put the kettle on and get ready for a REAL story. It was captivating and thought provoking. This book is just one "chapter" of a long lifetime which is covered from start to finish through the five books in the series. My review today is not only about this book but the entire series. Mr Overton has taken a name that history has remembered only twice and blown the breath of life into a strong, vibrant young woman. Her entire life....with all the hardship, the betrayals, the scheming plotting relatives, the love, the loss, the fear, the joy, the....LIFE! Life in all it's ugly, painful, joyous, beautiful, messy glory. The style of writing is very clever and very insightful. Mr Overton has shared a lot of historical fact throughout the story adding authenticity to Scarab's life. At other times, he's drawn on Biblical inspiration and raised some interesting questions. The story is told not purely from Scarab's point of view, but occasionally switches to other significant characters too, giving us some insight into their motives and mannerisms. I didn't notice any typo's or grammatical errors. Great plot - heaps of twists along the way. Fascinating characters - whom I either loved and loathed depending on their role in the story. I don't think I've ever hated a "bad guy" more than Ay. Beautiful setting(s) - makes me want to buy a plane ticket and see it for myself but I was there... I saw Kemet! I saw the White Walls and the temples, I saw the hot desert and I sailed the river along with Scarab. It takes a true wordsmith to take you back to ancient Kemet. Some fascinating theories about the Exodus.... it's so plausible. It takes a great mind to piece all of that together and tell such a wonderful story in such a skilful manner. The start and close of each book is set in 1940's (...or was it the 30's....??) Syria and by the end of the series I was deeply invested in the archaeological team despite their "small" part in the story. That was clever Mr Overton....that was just pure unadulterated clever.

Elizabeth~N September 9, 2012
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the amarnan kings book 1 Scarab-Akhenaten

5.0

Looking for a book that details life in ancient egypt, not just the historical details, but bringing the story to life by involving the reader in the day to day lives of the ordinary citizens, but also the kings and queens of their time and the intrigues of daily life. The author has managed to amalgamate known facts with an amazing made up scenario that makes the reader totally believe what he is reading. I have become totally involved with the characters of this first instalment of these books,that I have puchased the further 4 other books in the series. Needless to say that I have not been disapointed in doing so. At the present moment up to half way through Book 3. Brilliant!!!!!!. Totally involved with the characters and can't wait for more.

martin September 3, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars A fabulous book...in PAPERBACK!!

5.0

What a joy to read (and own) Overton's "Scarab-Akhenaten" (book #1). Max did his homework and wrote a masterpiece...and what a ride it is! And best of all, it was offered in PAPERBACK (as well as kindle). I can't do kindle (eyestrain), and frankly, I love the independence of real books in paperback and hardcover. If the grid goes down, I can still happily read. Book #1 of his "Scarab' series is SO good that I desperately want to read books #2 - #5 ... but I can't, because they're only offered in kindle forrmat. That ain't right. Not all of us are fans of ebooks. I wrote to the publisher (writers exchange.com) and perhaps they will disregard my feedback as a memo from a dinosaur. But Overton's "Scarab-Akhenaten" is a real GIFT to my library, and to yours. How I wish that we could have the freedom to choose paperback (or kindle). This would increase book sales too.

Sheila R. August 28, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars Great new discovery in authors

5.0

Ok, I gave this book a try; I love historical fiction, the more ancient the better. No one knows for sure what happened that far back, tantalizing clues and some historical records are all we have and I've seen some pretty strange interpretations of the clues. This book not only delivers on a rational and reasonable explanation but does it in a manner that draws you in completely. It drew me in so far that, even though I knew I was getting close to the it, the end came as a complete surprise and threw me right out of the story. I bumped down and quickly proceeded to download the next book. I enjoy the world Overton has created and will most definitely visit more of it.

Wendy Wilson July 7, 2012
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5.0 out of 5 stars 18th Dynasty Egypt

5.0

Wonderful story, well-written historical fiction. What a wonderful find. Thank you, Mr. Overton, for taking me on a trip to ancient Egypt. I cannot wait to read all the books of the series. Books 2 & 3 are already in my iPad library. Thank you especially for omitting the vulgarity and gratuitous sex that so many other authors feel compelled to weave into their books, which add nothing to the story line.

Laura F December 12, 2011

 

 

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