“Did Ancient Egyptians visit Australia?”
13 year old TC has a secret. No one knows she possesses a supernatural power.
Can TC help her Uncle Max, an archaeologist; unearth enough evidence that Ancient Egyptians visited Australia, before he’s discredited in the media by those that want the past to stay buried?
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
A magazine article about Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs in Australia.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
TC’s a bit of a freak. She evolved alongside the supernatural storyline. A not-so-typical teenager she possesses a secret gift.
I’d travelled all over the globe, visiting archaeological sites with my parents when I was younger. I’d witnessed layers of history being excavated by grid, brush and trowel, and seen first-hand the monuments and remains of many ancient civilisations. I’d visited Egypt several times, climbed in and out of the pyramids, played hide-and-seek within tombs whose walls were wallpapered with hieroglyphic texts, and trolled through museum backrooms piled with ancient relics.
For the moment I had the cleft to myself so I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to forget that I was in Australia and not Egypt. Casting my gaze back over the carvings, I wondered if they were a hoax. If so, the perpetrator had been skilled. The rock walls were engraved with Egyptian symbols including royal cartouches, birds, and scarab beetles.
I shivered, not because it was cooler here in the shade, but because for the last three years I’d avoided anything to do with archaeology. The old heartache twitched but, with time passing, I’d learnt to cope and ignoring archaeology wasn’t going to bring my parents back. Perhaps Max and Letty had sensed it was time for me to embrace my heritage and they’d planned this between them.
Silence settled in the cleft and I felt as if I was in a bubble. With no one else around, I had the perfect opportunity to find out if these hieroglyphs were real or not. This was my chance to help Max avert another scandal that could destroy his career.
Some would say I have a gift, but to me it’s always been a curse. Before I changed my mind, I tugged off my gloves and whipped my head left and right, checking to see that no one was watching. I sucked in a breath and steadied my nerves then thrust my hands against the stones and touched one of the cartouches. Time and place ripped away.
Wendy has a NZ Certificate in Science (Chemistry), which allows her to dabble with fuming potions and strange substances, satisfying her inner witch.
Wendy writes adult fantasy as Wendy Scott and children’s stories as WJ Scott.
In 2012 Hieroglyph was selected by NZSA for one of five mentorships.
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