Lost in the White Desert

Lost in the White Desert

Graham Warren

Ramses II, living as an ancient in modern day Luxor, is about to set out across the White Desert. His insistence that he is going to visit a friend does not ring true to Kate and Alex. If this is such a friendly visit, then why is Ramses so vehement that they must remain in Luxor? And, more to the point, why is Ramses moving with the vast contingent of his massive army? Does visiting a friend really warrant such a show of force?

Kate and Alex are determined not to let Ramses leave Luxor without them. Unable to come up with a workable plan, time is against them, when Cairo turns up with the perfect solution … at least it starts out as perfect!

A bitter ancient Queen has a score to settle with Kate. A powerful ancient magician has a plan, developed over centuries, to take his revenge on Ramses. Tutankhamun comes to the aid of Alex, in a rather strange ancient temple where Kate and Cairo are missing. Can anybody be trusted in this page turning adventure?

 

Publication date: Mid 2019

Ramses II in his chariot

A flavour of the book:

“Where is Ramses?” Cairo only uttered what Alex had been thinking.
Ramses, along with the elite of his army, should have been stretching out in front of them, only there was nothing except sand for as far as the eye could see. That was not quite true. There were several two-metre-tall horned sand vipers with muscled arms and legs. Their bodies were that of steroid induced bodybuilders. One stood close either side of the waggon, where they could have easily taken hold of either Alex or Cairo. They had not, for one very simple reason: they had not been ordered to do so. Two more held onto the horses. A few more, though only a few, ringed them, looking out towards across the desert. No more than a dozen stood before them.
Alex slid across the seat, despite the proximity of the nearest viper. Without hesitation, he stuck his head out to look back. Where Ramses’ foot soldiers should have been, thousands of foot soldiers, along with waggons brimming with supplies, there was nothing, nothing except white sand for as far as the eye could see. How could this be? They had been travelling roughly in the middle of a vast moving army, directly behind the waggon transporting the royal tent, which itself was directly behind that of Ramses’ royal carriage. Now they were alone in the desert, ringed by little more than two dozen Vipers in human form.
“Confused? You should be. It is a rather neat trick, is it not?” The voice of the ancient queen appeared to come out of a single massive rock jutting vertically up from the desert like a small mountain. “Think about it for a while. Take your time. Chat amongst yourselves. Bring the girl out to join you, let her get some air. Really, Alex, she must be suffocating in that box. And I thought you were a gentleman.”
“What do you want of us?”
“Of you, of all of you, to die, of course. What else could I want?”

From: Book 7, Lost in the White Desert, Chapter 5