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Overview

Plucky young Jenny Benet, a recently orphaned American girl who was raised on the Wild West frontier and educated at a Boston finishing school, has come to Egypt in company with her uncle Neville Hawthorne, a prominent British archaeologist. They're part of a team investigating the legendary Buried Pyramid, the tomb of the pharaoh Neferankhotep — who may also have been Moses the Lawgiver.

But they're not the only ones interested in the site. Another party, led by the opulent and treacherous Lady Audrey Cheshire, is shadowing theirs. Someone who signs himself "The Sphinx" has been sending threatening letters — written entirely in hieroglyphics. In Egypt, an ancient and shadowy organization seems determined to keep the tomb from being discovered.

But mortals may not be all that stands in their way.

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"Lindskold delivers an exotic historical fantasy that takes the reader from Victorian England to Egypt... the supernatural spookiness carries the story to a satisfying conclusion."

Publishers Weekly on The Buried Pyramid

"The setting is impeccable, as are the characters' manners, with rich details that bring the era vividly to life. Jenny is a charming heroine, at once practical and daring, and the secondary characters comprise a worthy cast of intellectuals and eccentrics, both English and Egyptian.... A definite keeper, and a story to be savored."

Romantic Times on The Buried Pyramid (4 1/2 stars, Top Pick)

"Some incredible fantastic encounters, marvels, even a bit of time travel.... it's spectacular."

Locus on The Buried Pyramid

"This would make a fine movie.... The Buried Pyramid offers hot, dusty entertainment for a dreary afternoon."

Detroit News and Free Press

"Her characters live—they're real, but they are different. And the world they live in lingers in the mind; heroic, squalid, exotic, everyday. I was convinced that it went on by itself when I turned the last page. Bravo!"

—S. M. Stirling on Through Wolf's Eyes

"I adore Jane Lindskold's writing. Her novels are a rarity for me—fat, engrossing novels that still don't seem long enough."

—Charles de Lint

Publishers Weekly
Taking a break from her well-received Firekeeper series (Through Wolf's Eyes, etc.), Lindskold delivers an exotic historical fantasy that takes the reader from Victorian England to Egypt. Sir Neville Hawthorne, a self-made millionaire and wounded war hero, is a man so mesmerized by his desire to retrace the path to a mythical Egyptian archeological treasure that he willfully neglects to use common sense and heed warnings of imminent peril. Sir Neville is hunting the burial chamber of Pharaoh Neferankhotep, who's rumored to be Moses the Lawgiver. His niece Jenny Benet, recently orphaned and come to live with him in England, is spunky and rather too American for her upper-crust English uncle's sensibilities, but she manages to persuade Sir Neville to take her into the desert along with the other members of his team. Lindskold does a fine job of describing the English lifestyle of the day and ancient Egyptian rituals. While the first third of the book tends to bog down in exposition about hieroglyphs (not hieroglyphics, please), by the middle the action has shifted to high gear and the supernatural spookiness carries the story to a satisfying conclusion. Agent, Kay McCauley at Pimlico/Auros. (June 3) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Young Jenny Benet is spunky and determined, qualities she needs in abundance when after her parents' deaths, she must convince her uncle, Neville Hamilton, to take her with him to Egypt on an archeological dig. When it turns out to be much more than that, Jenny finds that her American frontier abilities to shoot a six-gun, lasso, and set a bone, although hardly making her the socially acceptable British miss, enable her to be of immensely more service than the typical feminine antiquities enthusiast. As their adventures in the sands near Luxor grow ever stranger and the real and the magical meld, Jenny and the men with whom she travels are forced to examine ethics, justice, and mercy in ways that they had never imagined. Lindskold creates an absolutely charming tale, replete with late Victorian British etiquette, engaging characters, a compelling plot, and a beautifully detailed setting. The British propensity for archaeology, the nineteenth-century social mores concerning women's roles, and the exotic Egyptian locale are all blended into the perfect novel for reading on rainy afternoons over pots of tea. Although this lovely romp might appeal to girls more than boys, the historical accuracy of the information on digs and the sympathetic male characters suit it to a broader audience. Similar in sensibility to Paula Volsky's delightful The Grand Ellipse (Bantam, 2000/VOYA April 2001), it is one of those special books that leaves the reader aching for a sequel. VOYA CODES: 4Q 3P M J S A/YA (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; Will appeal with pushing; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12;Adult-marketed book recommended for Young Adults). 2004, Tor, 400p., Ages 11 to Adult.
—Ann Welton
Library Journal
After joining her Uncle Neville, a renowned archaeologist, in England, newly orphaned Jenny Benet begs to accompany him on his upcoming trip to Egypt. He is in search of a little-known tomb of the Pharaoh Neferankhotep-also known as Moses the Lawgiver. Lindskold (Through Wolf's Eyes; The Dragon of Despair) turns to the 19th century fascination with Egypt and archaeology for her latest fantasy, which mixes pulp adventure with legend for a tale of mysticism and derring-do that should appeal to both adult and YA fantasy fans. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A young pistol-packing American girl accompanies her uncle, a wealthy British archaeologist, on a Victorian-era quest up the Nile. Using a device that's also central to her fantasy trilogy (The Dragon of Despair, 2003, etc.), Lindskold puts Jenny Benet, an orphan with survival skills honed on the American frontier, on a dangerous quest that has to do, ironically and dramatically, with notions of innocence, inheritance, and femininity. After her parents are lost in an Indian raid, Jenny travels to England to meet her uncle, Sir Neville Hawthorne. Some twenty years previously, Sir Neville was knighted for assisting a relative of Prince Albert's escape from a desert tribe guarding the tomb of Pharaoh Neferankhotep. Now Sir Neville wants to return to solve peculiar mysteries surrounding the pharaoh, including the possibility that Neferankhotep was the biblical Moses. Competing for Sir Neville's attention is Lady Audrey Cheshire, who also wants to make a name as an Egyptologist. After assembling a crew of servants and scholars, Sir Neville departs with Jenny for Egypt. En route, he receives coded letters from an enigmatic character named Sphinx warning him to stay away, and for about two hundred pages, the novel resembles one of Agatha Christie's archaeological mysteries as Jenny and Sir Nigel try to guess who among their retinue or those awaiting them in Egypt is increasingly making threats, culminating in a knife attack by a figure costumed as Anubis, the jackal-headed Egyptian god of the dead. Sharp shooting from Jenny saves Sir Neville's life, but Sphinx's identity isn't revealed until Sir Nigel locates the tomb and finds himself reunited with Lady Audrey and her competing expedition.Bedouin tribesmen lock everyone inside, where a supernatural presence takes them on a cosmic voyage-with real-world dangers-to a divine judgment putting the entire science of archaeology on trial. Slow-paced and dialogue-heavy, as is typical for Lindskold, with a wildly unbelievable climax that undercuts strongly realistic beginnings. Agent: Kay McCauley/Pimlico Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765302601
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 5/1/2004
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 400
  • Product dimensions: 6.36 (w) x 9.58 (h) x 1.31 (d)

Meet the Author

Jane Lindskold lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. She is the author of Through Wolf’s Eyes and Wolf’s Head, Wolf’s Heart and several prior fantasy novels, including Changer and Legends Walking. With Roger Zelazny, she wrote Lord Demon and Donnerjack.

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Buried Pyramid

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The Arrival

IT COULDN'T have happened at a worse time, but Neville Hawthorne knew he had no one but himself to blame. He was the one who had stopped reading his letters. He was the one who had fled from grief into obsession. Now the consequences of that obsession were coming to roost, and he still had no idea how he was going to deal with them. At least he'd opened the letter in time.

Cold comfort indeed when one is standing at the dock, watching passengers file off the trans-Atlantic steamer, looking for a single young woman, not knowing if she will be recognizable. Neville thought he might recognize her. He had seen pictures, though the last one had been at least three years ago. Young women changed so much at that age.

Then, like the moment between shadow and sunlight, twenty years vanished, giving Neville his sister back to him as she had been when she had left for the United States with her new husband.

There stood a graceful figure, high-held head crowned with thick chestnut hair that defied a fashionable hat's attempt to tame it. There flashed the violet eyes beneath the shadow of the jet-trimmed brim. There in a tidy mourning black frockwas the womanly form that had made Alice one of the acclaimed beauties of her debutante season.

Here again posed the loveliness that had stolen the heart of Pierre Benet—Pierre who had stolen Alice's heart in turn. When the senior Hawthornes would not consent to their daughter's marrying a penniless French physician, Alice had eloped with her Pierre. Soon thereafter the newlyweds had departed for the United States. Neville had not seen Alice since.

Recollection hit Neville as solidly as a physical blow. He would never again see Alice, not even if he made that long-postponed trip to the United States. A letter had arrived six months ago reporting that Alice and Pierre had died in a conflagration that had also destroyed their home. The fire had reportedly been set by savage Indians who had left nothing behind them but charred wood and the arrow-riddled body of the family dog.

The young woman who could not be Alice walked down the gangplank and made her way through the crowd, coming directly to Neville with perfect confidence. Clearly, she had recognized him.

"Jenny?" Neville said, and heard his own voice emerge hoarse and unfamiliar. "Little Jenny?"

"Uncle Neville," she replied, and her voice, sweet, but decidedly American in accent, broke the spell. "It's me, Jenny Benet."

She pronounced the surname English style, not the French "Ben-nay," but Neville heard traces of a French accent incongruously interwoven with the American. Jenny seemed about to say more, but she paused, studying him. Neville wondered what had caught her attention.

He had long ago recovered from the assault that had forced him to retire from the military, but the scars remained. Those on his head were mostly hidden by thick hair not unlike Jenny's own in color and luxuriance, but nothing would hide the ugly slash that began at the bridge of his nose and carried across his left cheek. Although in his mid-forties, Neville had taken care to remain active, and was not dissatisfied with his form. His father had gone to fat long before he reached this age. The limp remained, of course, and the slight unevenness of his shoulders, but these could not account for the strange expression spreading across Jenny's features.

"Uncle Neville," she said at last, "what's wrong?"

"You look," he managed to reply, giving only part of the truth, "so much like Alice. Those portraits your parents sent never did you credit."

Jenny grinned, a wide, open smile that nonetheless held traces of sorrow too fresh to be forgotten.

"I'm glad to hear you say it," she replied. "I always thought Mama was the prettiest lady I'd ever seen."

There was the trace of the French again, on the word "Mama," and hearing it Neville could imagine Pierre bending over his daughter's infant cradle: "Say Mama, little Genevieve. Say Papa."

Now that Neville could separate his niece from that momentary transformation into her mother, he could see something of Pierre in Jenny as well. These traits were less physical: a confidence he'd never seen in Alice until she'd defied everyone for her Pierre, an alert watchfulness that was a far cry from Alice's missish shyness, that disturbing tendency to assess her surroundings and make instant diagnosis. But then, except through her letters, Neville hadn't really known Alice these past twenty years. Maybe Jenny was like her mother in these ways too.

Neville would have been hard pressed to say what was more unsettling, this sudden onrush of memories, or what he knew he must confess in the near future. Neville settled for focusing on the immediate present, knowing even as he did so that he was delaying the inevitable.

"Are you tired, Jenny?" he asked. "I have a suite ready for you at my house, but if you are hungry we can send the luggage ahead, and stop for cakes and tea."

"Cakes and tea," Jenny replied promptly. "I'm too excited to sleep, and scared stiff that once I see a bed I'll drop off and miss my first day in England."

"Very well," Neville said with an amused smile.

Needless to say, they couldn't leave immediately. Jenny had left her traveling companions rather abruptly when she glimpsed Neville in the crowd on the dock. Now she had to return, make her apologies, introduce Neville, and all the rest. Happily, her companion—a married woman, coming to visit her brother and his wife—was eager to be away with them, so beyond making vague promises to call, there was no added impediment.

Neville thought this was a good thing. Given what he had to tell his niece, an audience would be rather awkward.

A few words to his footman, and arrangements were made for Jenny's luggage. Then Neville hailed a cab, and gave the address of a hotel whose tea room was very popular with locals and visitors alike. He thought it would be easier to tell Jenny what he must there, away from his house and its current uproar.

At least, he hoped it would be. Looking at Jenny, and noticing the lively curiosity with which she was regarding every aspect of London traffic, he wasn't at all certain.

 

 

Once they were seated in a private corner overlooking the room, with tea and iced cakes set before them, Neville felt he must begin his confession.

"Jenny," he began, but fate wasn't going to make this easy for him. There was a rustle of heavy silk skirts, and a throaty, melodious voice addressed him.

"Sir Neville, how delightful to see you. I thought you had already departed."

Without conscious volition, Neville rose to his feet.

"Lady Cheshire," he said, bowing over her hand. "May I present my ward, my late sister's daughter, Genevieve Benet? She has only just now arrived from Boston. Jenny, this is Lady Audrey Cheshire."

Lady Cheshire was a handsome woman in her late twenties. She wore her raven locks drawn up into a complicated arrangement that drew attention to her green eyes. The green of those eyes was echoed in the pale silk of her gown, a fashionably lace-trimmed creation in the French style, with a heavy bustle and a rather daring neckline.

Jenny made her curtsey as neatly as could be wished, but the quick glance she darted toward her uncle left Neville quite certain that she had not been so awed by this introduction that Lady Cheshire's reference to Neville's departure had escaped her.

"I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Benet," Lady Cheshire said, apparently unaware of the undercurrents her words had stirred. "Or do you prefer 'Jenny'? Americans are so much more relaxed than we stuffy English."

Jenny gave an exquisitely noncommittal smile. "Whichever pleases you, Lady Cheshire."

Lady Cheshire raised one elegant eyebrow the slightest amount before turning to indicate the two people who waited politely in her wake. "May I introduce my own companions?" Lady Cheshire said. "Sir Neville, I believe you know Mrs. Syms. Miss Benet, Sarah Syms. Sarah, Miss Benet."

Sarah Syms had the horsey features so common in the English upper class. She was grey-haired and rather plain, with a wiry figure that suggested she kept herself active. This impression was borne out by how her pale blue eyes darted with lively interest between Neville and his niece.

"And Captain Robert Brentworth," Lady Cheshire continued.

Robert Brentworth was a well-built, muscular man who towered over everyone present. His skin was darkly tanned, making his deep blue eyes seem more vivid by contrast. Although his brown hair and mustache were a trifle too coarse to be fashionable, and his features were too regular to be striking, he radiated a vitality that made him undeniably attractive.

Jenny seemed to think so, for her gaze lingered on him for a moment beforeshe glanced over to Lady Cheshire as if attempting to assess the pair's relationship.

Neville wasn't about to explain. Audrey Cheshire was the widow of Lord Ambrose Cheshire, a noted Egyptologist. Husband had been easily thirty years senior to wife, and so no one had been terribly surprised when he had predeceased her. Audrey had nursed her husband most devotedly during his final illness, but as soon as etiquette permitted her to put aside her widow's weeds, she had apparently put aside all memory of her husband as well.

Robert Brentworth had been an associate of Lord Cheshire's, but it was rumored that his devotion to his friend's widow had more to do with her copious personal charms—and possibly the fortune Ambrose had left her—than with any loyalty to Lord Cheshire's memory.

Though Neville had dared hope that Jenny's presence would stop Lady Cheshire's prying, he was disappointed.

"So when do you leave?" she asked archly.

"Within the week," he replied.

"That's very wise," she said. "Dear Ambrose always said that the weather was the greatest opponent for a venture such as you intend. I always found it difficult to believe how cold and snowy England was when we were abroad."

Neville managed a polite enough reply, but could feel his jaw hardening around the things he wanted to say. Perhaps Lady Cheshire detected his irritation, but perhaps she was only aware that she had forced her company on them as long as was polite.

"I must let you drink your tea before it cools," she said, as Captain Brentworth stepped forward to escort her on her way. "I was simply so surprised to still see you in England."

She turned to Jenny.

"Delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Benet."

"The pleasure was entirely mine, Lady Cheshire," Jenny replied, and Neville was quite certain there was an ironical gleam in those violet eyes. "Mrs. Syms. Captain Brentworth."

They parted company with appropriate insincerities, and Neville managed a swallow of tea while Jenny settled her cumbersome skirts.

"Well, Uncle? You are going abroad?"

"I was about to tell you," he said rather stiffly.

She raised her rose-painted tea cup and sipped, neither helping nor hindering his explanation.

Neville found himself saying rather more than he had intended. "Your parents' deaths, that was the start. I had long meant to visit Alice in her new home, tosee with my own eyes the life she described so vividly in her letters. As you know, I never made the journey. First, there were my responsibilities to the army. Then other things intervened. My parents had need of me; the weather was unfavorable; the political situation ..."

He couldn't bring himself to mention his own recuperation from the injuries that had been inflicted upon him on that dark night, the events of which still haunted his nightmares. He told himself that Jenny had experienced enough suffering without his inflicting his own upon her vicariously, but he knew the truth was that he didn't want to dwell on those memories. The time when the doctors had nearly amputated his leg had perhaps been the worst, but there had been too many others nearly as bad.

Jenny's expression remained neutral. She refilled his cup, then her own, took an iced cake from the plate between them and waited.

"I resolved," Neville went on, "that I should not make the same mistake again, live to regret a promise unfulfilled. I began making arrangements for my return to Egypt."

"Egypt!" Jenny's exclamation held delight and surprise. "Oh, Uncle! When do we leave?"

Neville had not expected this. Indignation that he would leave her so soon after her arrival, anxiety for her own place in his absence, these he had considered, but not that a young lady ending one voyage would relish the prospect of another—and there was no doubt that Jenny relished the prospect of this one.

"I had not intended to take you with me," he began, cut to the quick when he saw the disappointment dim the deep violet of her eyes. "Jenny, I shall not remain in the cities. I know that Cairo has quite a well-established European community, but I would not be able to squire you about—even if I still knew anyone. It has been many years since I lived in Egypt."

"Cities?" Jenny replied. "I would like to see them. Cairo is Arab, of course, the Mother of Cities they call her, though I would rather see the pyramids and the sphinx. Alexandria has a more European pedigree than Cairo, and should be quite sophisticated. Yet Luxor that was Thebes of the ancient Egyptians, perhaps Abu Simbel, Karnak, Kom Ombo ... Those are the places I yearn to see with my own eyes."

Neville blinked, and Jenny laughed, her momentary disappointment forgotten.

"Didn't you know that Mama used your letters to make me take an interest in geography? Your accounts of your travels, the trinkets you sent, the picture postcards, all made those places real and alive. I read tons about wherever you were. I was so sorry when you left the Egypt and returned to England."

So was I, Neville thought, but said nothing.

"I mean," Jenny went on, faltering slightly as if she had read his thoughts. "I mean, England was still exotic and Scotland sounded wonderful, but they weren't Egypt or India or Greece or wherever else."

Neville found his tongue.

"Alice did mention that she shared my letters with you," he said, "but I don't think I ever realized to what use she turned them—or what an avid student she had created."

"Now doesn't that beat all," Jenny said. "And here I am thinking that you know you're my greatest hero, right up there with Mr. Lincoln, who I do admire highly for what courage he had freeing the slaves and preserving the Union at such a terrible cost to himself. Mother must never have told you. She could be so very English, you know."

Neville realized that he'd been completely in error to ever equate his sister and her daughter. Alice would never have spoken this freely to a man she had just met—even an uncle whose letters she'd read for years. Indeed, Alice probably would have gotten all tongue-tied at the prospect of meeting one of her heroes. That was one of the reasons her romance with Pierre had caught everyone off guard, and why Father had thought that simply forbidding Alice to see Pierre would be enough. Neville had a feeling that forbidding Jenny to do something she desired would be about as useful as telling the sun not to shine.

"But, Jenny," he said as gently as he could, rather overwhelmed by his newly acquired status as hero, "I do not intend to stay in any of those cities. Doubtless I will pass through some of them, but I am not touring. I have ... business to undertake."

"In the desert?" Jenny asked, and the glow in her eyes diminished not a whit. "I should like to see the Egyptian desert—camels, jackals, ruins of ancient temples. I think the Egyptian desert would be far more interesting than our American versions."

Neville was determined to nip this romanticism in the bud. "Camels are foul creatures—bad tempered and smelly. Jackals are not nearly as romantic as timber wolves, nasty scavengers that they are, and ruins are not at all what you might expect from the picture postcards."

Jenny dismissed this with a wave of her hand.

"Camels can't be worse than jack mules, and scavengers aren't nasty. They're useful. As for ruins, well, I've seen some that the old-time Indians left back home, and most of that's mud bricks, bits of stone tools, and busted pots. I liked that just fine, so I don't figure Egypt could disappoint."

Neville thought furiously, hunting for any way out other than bald refusal, a thing he already had reason to believe this pert American miss would find offensive.

"Jenny, my expedition is entirely male. It would not be proper for you to travel in such company."

Jenny shrugged. "I'm sure that where it will matter there will be some woman about, and I'll just attach myself to her if needed. If there's no one around to care, well, then, who will care?"

There was a certain logic to her argument, but Neville refused to be seduced. "Currently, my expedition is very small—myself and two other men. Only one of those men is married, and so could be expected to understand a woman's needs and temperament. You ask a great deal of two bachelors."

Jenny didn't press the point, but Neville didn't think this was because she had resigned herself to remaining behind.

He had been planning on leaving Jenny because he had assumed she would want to remain in London. After all, there were the autumn and winter social seasons yet to come. She would be novelty enough to be invited to numerous balls and fetes—she might even land a good husband.

Still, if Jenny really wanted to accompany him, perhaps he could hire some army wife to assume the role of chaperon once he went into the field. Neville did feel rather bad about abandoning the girl so soon after her arrival, and this would ease his conscience and let him settle her where she could at least tour the museums and local ruins. A compromise might be best.

"Woolgathering, Uncle Neville?" Jenny asked, her tone amused. "I've asked three times. Who are the other members of your expedition?"

Neville could think of no reason not to answer.

"The only one traveling with me from England is Stephen David Holmboe, a linguist whose specialization is the ancient Egyptian language. In Egypt we will be met by Edward Bryce, a soldier with whom I once served. He has local contacts, and will be quartermaster for our group."

And military support, Neville thought. No need to tell Jenny that, though, nor explain Eddie's peculiar lifestyle over there.

"Linguist and specialist in the ancient Egyptian language," Jenny mused aloud. "And a quartermaster. And going away from the cities. That sounds like you're going treasure hunting."

"Not precisely," Neville replied frostily.

"I'm sorry," Jenny apologized quickly. "I've rubbed you raw. I forgot. Treasure hunting's not good form any more, is it? People don't hunt for treasure. Theysearch for antiquities that will reveal to us knowledge about lost civilizations. Seems to me the thrill would be about the same."

Neville shook his head in mock chagrin.

"You're not responding like a proper young miss," he said. "Where are all the cries about snakes and spiders? Where are the warnings about the risks we shall be taking? Where the desire for iced drinks and the newest fashions?"

"Drowned at sea," Jenny answered promptly. "I heard enough chatter about fashion to make me ill. Half the women on board were fretting about whether their gowns were too provincial. The other half were already sure that their gowns were and were gloating over plans to visit the best shops as soon as they were ashore. I could tell you enough about bustles and the new debate over appropriate colors to make your head ache."

"No doubt," Neville agreed.

He noted that despite her efforts at self-control, Jenny had been forced to pat back a yawn.

"Come along, my dear," he said, helping her to rise. "We can talk more later. I can't have you falling asleep into your tea."

Jenny smiled sheepishly.

"Thought I could hold it back," she admitted, "but I'm bushed."

Neville settled with the shop, then handed Jenny into a cab. She fell asleep almost before the cab had rattled into traffic, her head drooping trustingly onto his shoulder as her mother's had twenty years before. The jet beads trimming the crown of her hat trembled with the motion of the cab, tickling Neville's cheek a little like tears.

Copyright © 2004 by Jane Lindskold

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Table of Contents

Prologue: Beneath the Eye of the Hawk 13
Chapter 1 The Arrival 38
Chapter 2 Sir Neville's Secret 47
Chapter 3 A Letter from the Sphinx 63
Chapter 4 Unexpected Traveling Companions 74
Chapter 5 Auguste Dupin 88
Chapter 6 Alexandria 100
Chapter 7 Papa Antonio 114
Chapter 8 Bazaar 128
Chapter 9 Anubis 141
Chapter 10 Miriam's Tale 156
Chapter 11 The Great Pyramid 172
Chapter 12 Mozelle 187
Chapter 13 The Sphinx Again 200
Chapter 14 Riskali 212
Chapter 15 Destruction at the Hawk Rock 226
Chapter 16 Four Watchers 246
Chapter 17 Better and Verse 260
Chapter 18 Dire Warnings 274
Chapter 19 In the Pit 288
Chapter 20 The Boat of Millions of Years 302
Chapter 21 Magic 316
Chapter 22 Apophis 331
Chapter 23 Negative Confessions 343
Chapter 24 Condemned 357
Chapter 25 Tomb Robbers 371
Chapter 26 Sweet Balm 384
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2006

    Do you like The Mummy?

    I bought this book as a beach read, and it's a pretty good one! There is nothing deep or life-changing about this book, but it is very entertaining! It reminded me of the Mummy movies - action, suspense, fantasy, treasure hunting, good guys, bad guys, and a lot of fun along the way. I would recommend this book to you if you liked the Mummy movies and if you want a fun read.

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  • Posted June 18, 2013

    I¿ve been a big Jane Lindskold fan for years now. I discovered h

    I’ve been a big Jane Lindskold fan for years now. I discovered her by reading her PhD dissertation on science fiction great, Roger Zelazny, which she wrote at my own alma mater, Fordham University. This led me to the novels she completed for Zelazny after he died and I’ve been reading one of her books every couple of years ever since. She’s an author of extraordinary breadth, writing series about—wolves, a China-inspired fantasy and immortals.

    The Buried Pyramid is another example of Lindskold’s range as a writer. Set in Victorian England and Egypt, she develops her setting and characters in exquisite detail. As a young army officer, Sir Neville brushed against what was almost the greatest archaeological discovery of all time. Forced to turn back by hostile Bedouin, the lure of that almost-discovery has haunted Sir Neville ever since. The Buried Pyramid is the story of his second attempt to uncover greatness. Accompanied by his American niece, an amateur Egyptologist, and his old army sergeant who has converted to Islam, Sir Neville braves the dangers of a hostile environment, competing explorers and a secret society determined to keep this tomb from being rediscovered.

    This novel starts out slowly but picks up a lot of steam in the second half of the book until it’s difficult to stop turning the pages. I was completely taken by surprise by many of the twists and turns the heroes encounter in the tomb. I was quite pleased by these twists as they happened and anxious to see how Lindskold would handle the situations, but at the end of the book I did not feel completely satisfied—which is not my usual Lindskold experience.

    I’m glad I read this novel. There are beautiful descriptions of late nineteenth century Egyptian society and Lindskold’s understanding of the extraordinarily complex ancient Egyptian mythology and writing systems are amazing. I really liked her characters as well, although I thought that the major villain, Lady Cheshire, should have suffered a significant penalty for her malevolent efforts. Three and a half stars.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2004

    Wonderfully written adventure fantsy tale

    As a captain in the English army Neville Hawthorne was stationed in Egypt where he developed a passion for archeology. A cousin of Prince Albert told him about the legend of the Valley of the Dust, the burial place of the pharaoh Neferankhotep, beloved of the gods who protect the chamber from grave robbers. Neville almost found the pharaoh¿s burial place but the Protectors of the Pharaoh stopped him. However, he managed to get directions to the pharaoh¿s resting place....................... Years later he mounts an expedition to find the Valley of the Dust accompanied by his niece. His guide, Eddie an Englishmen who served with him in the army and stayed to marry an Islamic woman, gets them to the location after dealing with rival archeologists and a dangerous Bedouin tribe. When they enter the valley, they are sealed in by the Protectors of the Pharaoh. They befriend an Egyptian deity and are judged by the Pharaoh as well as other deities in the Egyptian Parthenon. If they pass they can stay in paradise or return to their own world but if they fail, they suffer the Pharaoh¿s punishment.............................. The pantheon of the gods of ancient Egypt are alive and thriving in the tomb of Neferankhotep but they are deities who understand the foibles of humanity and are merciful even to those who don¿t deserve it. The characters, even the villains, are changed by their ordeal and become better people. THE BURIED PYRAMID starts off as a Lara Croft movie and then transforms into a fantasy novel. Jane Lindskold has written an exciting and enjoyable stand alone work with characters that are heroically flawed................. Harriet Klausner

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    Posted January 13, 2013

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  • Posted March 25, 2011

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    Not bad, but could have been better

    These are interesting characters in an interesting setting - they don't say what the time period is, but it appears to be 1880-ish. Unfortunately, the pacing was very uneven, sometimes moving right along and then suddenly taking a snooze for a chapter or two. Almost a tenth of the book is spent in an amazingly long prologue in which the heroine doesn't appear.

    This *is* a fantasy adventure, and I'd been cautioned by other reviews that the story switches from pulp adventure to fantasy toward the end, but I was amazed at the suddenness of the switch. It happens in the middle of Chapter 20, in the space of a single sentence. Bam! One second you're reading an adventure, and the next you're reading high fantasy. To be more accurate, you're reading the first of two separate and almost totally disconnected high fantasy sequences. The second fantasy sequence starts with chapter 23. I'm not really sure that the first fantasy sequence added much to the book; it was the second one that paid off.

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