#Excerpt: 'Ring of Remahil' by Melanie Mason
When Egyptologist April Tanner is asked to translate the hieroglyphs on an ancient ring, she is unwittingly drawn into a world of danger and intrigue. Her colleague, Dr. Peter Scherril, believes the glyphs will lead to a treasure hidden nearly two thousand years ago by an Egyptian named Remaliha. The problem is the glyphs don’t make sense.
A week after Peter is killed in a suspicious car crash, the ring shows up in April’s mail. She vows to decipher the artifact’s code and figure out why someone wanted Peter dead. Her inquisitions put her in the path of dashing archaeologist Nathan Hayes and his mysterious friend James Reddingham. Nathan invites April to join his expedition near Luxor.
Once she arrives in Egypt, April aggressively pursues her investigation of the ring. But soon she suspects the motives of both Nathan and James and finds herself dodging thieves and assassins at every turn. In the end, uncovering the secrets of the ring could lead to Remaliha’s treasure . . . or April’s own tomb.
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from Utah State University with a degree in communications.
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When April finished writing, she reviewed the lines. “Got it!” she exclaimed out loud and then clamped her hand over her mouth. She slipped the ring onto her finger and turned back to her notes, rereading the passages until the sound of footsteps outside the wall brought her head up. She dashed behind the first row of columns into the shadows, cursing herself for being so foolish as to come here alone at night.
Scanning the shadowed ruins, April saw her notebook lying next to the column. Her heart sank. It fell out of my pocket!
The footsteps moved closer, accompanied by hushed voices.
“I saw her, Efendi. I watched her room like you asked, and I know she came this way.” The speaker moved out of the shadows and April could see it was the man who had attacked her at Nathan’s villa.
Efendi, an old-fashioned term for “master” or “sir,” April thought with a scowl.
“Search the hall. If she came this way she’ll have to come back. And remember, Sayid, if you fail me this time I will keep my promise to you. Every bruise she received at your incompetent hands will be returned with a twist of my knife in your heart.”April’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized the voice.
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