A lonely, disgruntled adventurer named Doc Cowles and his associate Stan Samuels encounter a prophetic woman while exploring the Egyptian ruins of Giza. Cowles and Samuels are enthralled by her captivating persona as they follow her through the embattled Middle East, and eventually to the United States. Within days they are joined by four others and as a team they journey across the country, struggling with their troubled pasts and their ominous futures.
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Double Dragon Publishing
April 06, 2006
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Excerpt from Amun's Den by David Bean
A creature of habit, Martin "Doc" Cowles jogged between the ivy-covered buildings of the campus, panting heavily as he pushed himself to his athletic limits. A man of nearly forty-five years in age, he had managed to maintain an acceptable state of fitness, even though the majority of his time had most recently been spent behind a desk or standing before a group of drowsy students.
The struggle to teach the young adults of the school came with much frustration to him. It seemed he was never the true reason for their attending class; instead they seemed more interested in ogling the other students in the row ahead of them. As the school year approached a conclusion, he found himself constantly envious of his friend, Professor Stan Samuels' fortune of having spent the past few months traveling the historically blessed regions of Egypt.
He continued to jog, wishing to be with his friend in the field, but understanding the necessity of his teaching to maintain the financial support of the school. As head of the Archeology Department, his days seemed much more structured than he would have wished. Up in the morning for a quick jog, shower, shave and into the office where he would silently stew, dreading the morning's primer class of freshmen. Passing in front of a fraternity several blocks from his home, he sidestepped to avoid tripping on a clutter of discarded beer cans strewn across the sidewalk. He glanced at the yard in front of the house, the grass littered with empty cans and bottles. Shaking his head, he continued at a steady pace, wondering how the students would ever hope to graduate when they seemed to party every day of the week. After all, this was only Tuesday and it appeared the boys had been bingeing all night long.
Growing tired, he slowed to a rapid walk for the last few blocks to the house, eventually climbing the series of wooden steps leading to the front porch of his home. He paused before entering, staring at the mist of the morning as it dissipated from the college grounds, and wondering how this ever became known as higher education--the youths he encountered seemed more often to consider it higher social time. He unlocked the door, going inside and stripping his sweats to take a shower. Taped to the medicine cabinet mirror was a note to himself regarding the evening dinner he had been "asked" to attend by the trustees.
Doc deplored the dinners. The primary reason for his attending was as an attraction for the guests, to many of whom he had become something of a minor celebrity. Years of dig sites in the Yucatan or in Egypt had provided him with scores of stories with which to entertain the socialites, and many of his discoveries had been chronicled by the regional news media, forcing him into the limelight.