Although billed as a horror novel, CN is really a thriller with supernatural aspects. That stated, this book is basically a fail and I can see why Siebert gave up the novel biz after this (his first novel). Our main protagonist Dan is an Egyptologist working at the museum of natural history in NYC. He, basically, is a complete wanker, sleeping with his graduate students (he teaches a masters class at Georgetown) and really anything with the right anatomy. His father is a famous archeologist as well, but Dan writes 'popular' novels about Ancient Egypt and has a media presence that his father lacks. Also, his father has recently found Jesus Christ as his personal savior and alienated Dan in the bargain.
The story such as it is revolves around an ancient Egyptian ankh, half of which is located at the Met. One day someone comes to ask about it (supposedly an agent from a famous auction house) and Dan leaves a note for his secretary (who he is also sleeping with) to pull it out of the archives. The next day, she is dead and the broken ankh is missing. A few days later, Dan goes to his parents house on Long Island and his father is killed by some strange human/bird hybrid. Then Seibert takes us to Ancient Egypt in the 13th dynasty for over half the book. He main protagonists here are Pharaoh and his main general. This section is endless and I almost DNF it several times. I kept hoping it would get better, but the ham-fisted dialogue and long, drawn out depictions of life there were a real struggle.
The rest of this review contains spoilers, but as I hope no one ever has the bad luck to stumble across this pile, I am not using spoiler tags. The main idea underpinning the novel is that the ancient ankh really has supernatural powers-- why? Never answered. Aliens? Who knows (or really cares). In any case, it was broken in ancient times to stop a ritual. It seems the ankh gives the wielder the power to transfer his 'ba' or spirit into another body, basically giving them immortality. This ritual by an ancient priest was broken up with the ankh, but like a bad penny, it turns up in our era, found (at least half of it) by Dan's dad in a dig in Israel. The other half fell into the hands of a Islamic terrorist in Egypt, purloined from a museum. Yet, there is more to the terrorist than meets the eyes, as he really now is the reincarnation of the ancient priest, and he seeks to unite the ankh once again so he can rule the world! Only one person can stop him--you guess it, Dan!
You really have to suspend belief to read this several times. If you can do that, and get around the blatant sexism and stereotypes (islamic terrorists were probably the worst), you might mildly enjoy this. This really is only fit for lining a bird cage, and that if you really do not like the bird much. How this got picked up by a major publisher is beyond me. Perhaps (being published in 1990) and being marketed as horror during the boom helped; publishers were scrambling for something to sell as horror. While some gems found the light during this era, so did some real stinkers like this pile. I picked it up at a thrift store for 25 cents and feel super ripped off. 1.5 stars only because I finished it, rounding down for the horrible cheesy ending that put the icing on the smelly cake.