• Complain

James Lovegrove - Age of Ra

Here you can read online James Lovegrove - Age of Ra full text of the book (entire story) in english for free. Download pdf and epub, get meaning, cover and reviews about this ebook. year: 2009, genre: Detective and thriller. Description of the work, (preface) as well as reviews are available. Best literature library LitArk.com created for fans of good reading and offers a wide selection of genres:

Romance novel Science fiction Adventure Detective Science History Home and family Prose Art Politics Computer Non-fiction Religion Business Children Humor

Choose a favorite category and find really read worthwhile books. Enjoy immersion in the world of imagination, feel the emotions of the characters or learn something new for yourself, make an fascinating discovery.

James Lovegrove Age of Ra

Age of Ra: summary, description and annotation

We offer to read an annotation, description, summary or preface (depends on what the author of the book "Age of Ra" wrote himself). If you haven't found the necessary information about the book — write in the comments, we will try to find it.

James Lovegrove: author's other books


Who wrote Age of Ra? Find out the surname, the name of the author of the book and a list of all author's works by series.

Age of Ra — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work

Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "Age of Ra" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.

Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make
SOLARIS A Rebellion Publishing Ltd Publication - photo 1
SOLARIS A Rebellion Publishing Ltd Publication Riverside House Osney Mead - photo 2

SOLARIS A Rebellion Publishing Ltd Publication Riverside House Osney Mead - photo 3

Picture 4

SOLARIS

A Rebellion Publishing Ltd Publication

Riverside House, Osney Mead, Oxford, OX2 0ES, UK.

www.solarisbooks.com

abaddonsolaris@rebellion.co.uk

First published in 2009 by Solaris, an imprint Rebellion Publishing Ltd.

Text Copyright 2009 James Lovegrove

The right of the individual authors to be identified as the authors of this work have been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

ISBN (.epub format): 978-1-84997-156-0

ISBN (.mobi format): 978-1-84997-157-7

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

For

Theodore Finch Xavier Lovegrove

DoB: 27 July 2006

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I'm aware that in modern Egyptological circles there are preferred spellings of certain gods' names, e.g. Re for Ra, Seth for Set. I've gone for the traditional spellings, since they're more familiar to most people, including me.

Age of Ra - image 5

1. Petra

T he sun went down like a tin duck at a shooting gallery. Night stretched itself over the eastern Arabian desert, the light from a clear full moon creating a finely filigreed landscape of silver and black.

At an altitude of 1,000 feet a twin-engine Griffon-3 transporter plane released a stick of paratroopers in alternating door technique, ten on either side. Canopies flared immediately. The twenty men turned into the wind and dropped to the desert floor as silently as thistle seeds, each making a perfect five-point landing. Within minutes their chutes were buried and they were jogging towards Mount Hor and the dead city that nestled in its shadow, Petra.

They filed through the Siq, Petra's eastern gateway, a sheer-sided gorge hacked out by a long-ago earthquake and smoothed by water erosion. In places it was so narrow they could barely walk two abreast. Above, the sky was a distant strip of starshine, a glittering river meandering between black banks. The paratroopers moved carefully, wide-eyed in the near-total darkness of the gorge. The path sloped steeply, uneven underfoot. Each man held his ibis-headed ba lance at the ready, reassured by the warmth he could feel through the handgrips, the charge of divine essence that glowed within the weapon.

The Siq opened out onto a valley. Directly ahead lay the rendezvous point, a Romanesque temple hewn out of the face of a sandstone cliff and known as Al Khazneh, ''the Treasury''. Its colonnaded and porticoed entrance towered before the soldiers. Essentially a decorated cave mouth, it exuded a dusty silence, the breath of the ancient darkness within.

On the steps of the Treasury, Lieutenant David Westwynter lowered his lance and checked his watch. Precisely 8pm.

''Bang on time,'' he muttered. ''At least, we are.''

He gave the order to his men to fan out in a defensive formation. Sergeant Mal McAllister, his number two, relayed the order. The paratroopers broke off into small units and found what cover they could in this smooth-bottomed natural amphitheatre. They aimed their weapons in the direction an attack was most likely to come from, should one come: above.

''This can't be a trap,'' David said to Sergeant McAllister.

''Aye, but if it is,'' McAllister said, finishing his sentence, ''they have us in the ideal spot for an ambush.''

''That's just what I'm trying not to think.''

They waited. And waited. The cold desert wind sidled through the crags and canyons of the abandoned city, never louder than a sigh. In centuries past, Petra had been home to thousands. It had been a trading post, selling its principal resource, fresh water, which came from frequent flash floods and was husbanded in a network of dams and cisterns. The cave-dwelling citizens had worshipped deities who had been vanquished long ago, their names now forgotten, their effigies defaced. Christianity had briefly gained a toehold here, as had Islam. But in time those religions, too, had evaporated, leaving nothing but ruined monuments behind.

Petra, like so many other places, was a museum to the world's fallen gods. A museum and a mausoleum. Here lay their legacy, such as it was - a few broken idols and abandoned buildings, sacred to no one. Here were the sparse, scratched traces they had left behind, the only tangible proof that somewhere on earth they had once held sway. Now mankind belonged to the One True Pantheon, and the wind blowing through Petra sounded, to David Westwynter's ears, like a faint, mournful sob, the despair of defeated rivals. He was comforted by that.

''Sir.''

A whispered warning from McAllister.

David turned.

Men were approaching from the far end of the valley. He counted at least a dozen. They were spread out in a line, and the moonlight showed them to be clothed in ragged camouflage fatigues, with turbans around their heads and scarves across their faces, so that just their eyes were visible. Only the falcon-head nozzles on their ba lances and the maces that hung by their sides marked them out as Horusites.

David drew himself up to his full height, which at 5' 10" was a shade shorter than he might have liked.

The leader of the Horusite commandos halted in front of him and unveiled his face, revealing himself to be a broad-nosed black man with finely pitted skin. He stood an inch or so taller than David.

''Colonel Henry D. Wilkins, Eighth Infantry Division out of Cairo, Illinois,'' he said, snapping off a salute. ''Cobra Force.''

David returned the salute. ''Lieutenant David Westwynter of His Pharaonic Majesty's Second Paratroop Regiment, stationed on Cyprus.''

''By the light of Khons we have met...'' said Wilkins.

''... by the wisdom of Thoth may we assist one another,'' David said, completing the password sequence.

It was a kind of verbal handshake. Wilkins stuck out his hand for the real thing.

''Pleasure to meet you, Loot' Westwynter.''

''You too, sir. Related to Pastor-President Wilkins, I take it?''

Wilkins chuckled, amused. ''How'd you guess? We don't talk about him much. White sheep of the family.''

''The resemblance is marked,'' said David, also chuckling.

''Mind if I call you Dave?''

''David, preferably. I've only ever let one person call me Dave.''

''Sure. Whatever.'' This was said with a slightly dismissive air. You Brits and your formality .

''And you're late,'' David pointed out.

Wilkins bristled. You Brits...!

''Listen, Lieutenant ,'' he said. ''It so happens we've been tramping around the desert for three months. Hiding from enemy patrols and Saqqara Birds. Living like animals. So we arrive a few minutes later'n we're supposed to. Cut us some goddamn slack!''

David frowned. The encounter had begun well, but things were deteriorating fast. He said, ''You have some information for me regarding a concentration of enemy forces outside Amman and Damascus.''

''Straight to business, huh?'' said Wilkins. ''Yep, we've got some good shit for you all right. Long-lens photos of Nephthysian infantry and heavy armour being marshalled. Major, major build-up. Ask me, it looks like the start of a push northward into the Ottoman Empire to take on the Osirisiac Hegemony's south-eastern flank.''

Next page
Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

Similar books «Age of Ra»

Look at similar books to Age of Ra. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.


Reviews about «Age of Ra»

Discussion, reviews of the book Age of Ra and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.