In the heart of rural Hampshire, the small town of Clevedon has always been a place where residents look out for each other, and neighbors ensure a warm welcome is given to newcomers. When a secret chamber is discovered in the basement of a recently deceased Professor of Egyptology, the contents prove to be more than mere artifacts and trinkets. Hidden within lies the sarcophagus of a mummy, Anlet-Un-Ri. A warrior and leader of the Pharaoh's army, her death remains a mystery to this day. Soon, a reign of terror is unleashed upon the small town, as an ancient power 3000 years from the past comes to life. Can the people of Clevedon find a way to stop her, or will they succumb to the monster resurrected from her eternal slumber?
An egyptologist revives the mummy of a legendary female warrior.
Then we get pages of soap opera, until the mummy finally awakes and starts killing people in earnest. Really, I think this would have been better if this had been a series of short stories, each focusing on one of the storyline threads. We needed more mummy stuff, less hen-pecked husband.
I love a good mummy story. I didn't love this one. One of the main problems is there just wasn't nearly enough mummy until about the last 35 pages or so. The story felt too much like a TV series - the creators have an interesting premise, but the network/streaming service doesn't want some 3- or 4-part mini-series, so the story is stretched out and packed with filler for 8, 10, 13, 20 episodes, and the overall story suffers greatly for it. The whole mummy part and sufficient background only had enough material for maybe a third of this book. Plus, when the mummy finally makes appearances and kills people, it takes all of about a sentence and half and boom, they're dead unceremoniously. And about 80% of the characters were beyond annoying AF and deserved to be the victims of a mummy rampage, but sadly few of them were. On top of all that, there was way too much almost-rape, discussion of past rape and ridiculous straight woman suddenly turned lesbian that felt like the thoughts of a 15-year old boy, though in the author's comments on the back jacket it said Richard Laymon was one of his inspirations, and all the sex elements did remind me of Laymon's childish Skinemax-level scenes from his books. I'm complaining a lot about this book, because I so wanted to enjoy a good mummy tale but it suffered from so many issues it was just a disappointment.
This had a lot of promise. I loved the background, there were some nice touches, but the side stories felt like padding to turn a novella into a full book.
The stuff with the drug dealers was unnecessary, the girls school was moderately necessary but felt drawn out. The curator's stuff was fun and I appreciated it.
What knocked it down from 3 to 2 stars for me was the unrealistic lesbian stuff. Come on, man, was that necessary? Tell me you only understand lesbians from porn without actually telling me. Just leave it out.
Overall, I'm not sorry I read it but it could have been a lot better.
It should really be called “Dawn of the British People,” because there’s very little mummy involved. It could have been a decent story if it was much shorter, and it was also very poorly edited. Amira, Dawn, and Danielle are the only thing that saved it from being a one or two star read.
Marks done it again. A contemporary mummy story ending in a climatic finish at the museum. Intermingled with historical chapters set in ancient Egypt. All the characters were a joy to follow to the end.