The others followed him across. Burr pointed her light down the tunnel. “Is that a door?” Cannon took a step toward it. “It could—” The floor beneath his foot shifted, and a click echoed down the hall. Instantly, Iseabail said, … Continue reading →

A grisly tableau met them. On the left side of the passage, two dessicated corpses sat propped against the wall. Scavenging insects had done their work some time ago, leaving the bodies eyeless. Dozens of small lengths of reed littered … Continue reading →

She didn’t look up when she answered. “Nae, cap’n, yon electric torch is fine.” Burr glanced over her shoulder before returning to her vigil, watching the far end of the passage and the temple entrance by turns. “What’re you looking … Continue reading →

Most of the spectators watched as Joe pulled the phone from its hook, looking for some excitement fresher than the familiar thrill of the card tables. “Copeland, hangar,” said Joe. “Blake, bridge,” the caller replied. “Sir, one of our scouts … Continue reading →

Masaracchia brushed his hands off and examined his work. The open door revealed a yawning blackness. “Wha’ kind of monk are you?” Iseabail said, eyebrows raised. Masaracchia coughed. “The body is to be a temple.” “Nae one o’ those old, … Continue reading →

“For meself,” Iseabail said, “I dinnae like the implications of t’ gods of th’ dead bein’ pu’ above the rest.” “You and me both.” Cannon looked up into Osiris’ eyes, then shook his head and pointed his flashlight at the … Continue reading →

“Set,” Cannon said, as the others looked on. “He killed Osiris, his brother.” He turned his flashlight on the next statue in line, a crocodile-headed man who also knelt facing the far end of the gallery. “Sobek. God of the … Continue reading →