A group of American archaeologists decide to open an Ancient Egyptian tomb despite various obvious warning. What follows is a discovery of a well-preserved mummy and sinister disappearances of the workers nearby. Is the mummy alive? Who is it? What does it want? Find out in this fast-paced mummy thriller that shaped the entire genre of mummy supernatural fiction! Excerpt: The sun sank below the horizon and swiftly the world grew dark. From the men's camp came a mournful chant, subdued, and heard as from far away, and the measured thump of a drum. At intervals a donkey raised his voice, after the manner of a saw-shrieking its way through wood. With the darkness came the stars, leaping into the black arch of heaven, great and of a number beyond all counting; the night-wind turned the heat of the day to sudden coolness, sweeping softly among the ruins. The mounds of earth, softened in outline by the darkness, loomed vast and shadowlike, melting into the sombre mystery of the night. Mingled with the chant of the natives and the occasional hee-haw of the donkeys was the fretful bleating of goats, destined for the masters' food. Around the jutting earthwork a faint gleam of light shone from the overseer's fire. Over all the night brooded, swallowing sound and motion in its immensity.
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Charlotte Bryson Taylor. In the Dwellings of the Wilderness
In the Dwellings of the Wilderness
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. In the Dark Backward and Abysm of Time
CHAPTER II. The Door Which was Called Forbidden
CHAPTER III. Within the Tomb
CHAPTER IV "The Woman Tempted Me"
CHAPTER V. A Touch of the Sun
CHAPTER VI. The One Who Went Away
CHAPTER VII. The Other Who Returned
CHAPTER VIII. At the Eleventh Hour
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Charlotte Bryson Taylor
The Curse of an Egyptian Mummy (Horror & Supernatural Mystery)
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Merritt countered with quick eagerness.
"Do you? Can you put yourself back in that old vanished life when you come upon the broken corpse of it here, and reverence it? Can you build these ruined walls again, and see, instead of mounds and trenches, a city with tower-capped walls, and groves of trees, and gardens, teeming with human life whose very ashes have dissolved? That's what I do, every time. It began when I was a little shaver, back home. They wanted to make an engineer of me, but I said I'd rather dig up things that other people had built than spend my time building things for other people to dig up. It sort of took a grip on me—and it never let go."
