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ISBN-10: 1-905586-04-3
ISBN-13: 978-1-905586-04-2
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Roswell
As with
all novels, a great deal of research and world building is undertaken
prior to the actual writing of the story. Chunks of this entirely factual
background work never make it into the final story for various reasons,
mostly because they are unecessary to the furtherance of the story, and
interrupt the pace of narrative. Several people have asked what such 'chunks'
might look like, so I've included a couple of passages (based on fact)
removed from pages 155-161 Roswell. These sections will
be relatively meaningless unless you are reading or have read Roswell
or have some interest in the discovery of Tutankhamen's tomb.
Spoiler
Warning
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Carefully
injecting only minimal interest in his voice, Jack said, “And…?”
Too much enthusiasm and he’d get the entire history of the Egyptian
pyramids. Again.
“Don’t
you see? The discovery of Tutankhamen’s tomb—while not necessarily
the most significant—was, and still is, the most famous of the Egyptian
finds. His funerary mask became iconic, as, too, have the countless tales
of impropriety and the largely fictional ‘curse of the mummy’.”
“Yeah,
I get that, Daniel,” Jack said. “Teal’c made me sit
through that movie five times.”
Carter returned
and slid into the seat beside Daniel.
“Never
mind,” Jack continued.
An abandoned
section of the paper caught her interest. She pulled it closer. Jack only
wished that he’d thought of the same strategy, because Daniel was
off and running. “Which one?”
“Which
what, Daniel?”
“Which
movie? Hollywood thrived on a story about the curse begun by a French
historian named Christianne Desroches-Noblecourt and propagated by Sir
Arthur Conan Doyle.” He glanced around to check there was no danger
of being overheard. “Admittedly the curse—Anubis’s doing
by the way—had some basis in fact, besides the obvious problems
we’ve encountered opening tombs, because five members of Carter’s
original team were dead within two years.”
****
“Actually,
I was talking about the pharaohs’ curse.”
“Saw
that movie, too.”
Pretending
he hadn't heard the remark, Daniel continued to speak. “Fear of
the supposed pharaohs’ curse led to hysteria so far reaching that
by 1928 there’d been a US Senate investigation into the safety of
Egyptian mummies in the United States.”
Carter actually
looked like she was interested. “Seriously?”
Daniel nodded.
He was getting way too excited about this. “The result of the investigation
saw most US held mummies promptly donated to the British Museum.”
****
One of the
flies returned, fat and lazy, buzzing around their plates. Jack batted
it away while Daniel fell into lecture mode. “It was an amazing
period in history. Museums and wealthy philanthropists were literally
buying concessions to excavate Egypt in the archeological equivalent of
a gold rush. Lord Carnarvon wasn’t a professional Egyptologist,
but he hooked up with someone who was, Howard Carter. In those days there
were no antiquity laws, so Carnarvon, who was pretty much Carter’s
walking ATM, amassed the most extensive and valuable private collection
of Egyptian artifacts in the world. Still, he didn’t have the one
thing that he really wanted.”
“Which
was?” Sam asked.
“Don’t
encourage him!”
“Theodore
Davis’s concession to the Valley of the Kings,” Daniel said
without missing a beat. “In 1915, just six months before he died,
Davis abandoned those rights believing that there was nothing more to
be found. Jack, this is pivotal to the entire Stargate program.”
That got
his attention. “Okay, but can you at least make it the abridged
version? One more lecture about Egypt and I will have to cause you pain.”
Outside, a couple of old Buicks and a dust-covered Dodge pickup trundled
by, windows wound down low in deference to the stifling mid-afternoon
heat. While Packard may have been offering air conditioning in their automobiles
since 1940, he doubted it would be commonly seen in New Mexico for another
fifteen-twenty years.
****
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