Karen’s Killer Book Bench: The Dagger’s Curse (The Fergus & Flora Mysteries Book 1) by Wendy H. Jones


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The Fergus & Flora Mysteries Book 1


An ancient Egyptian dagger.
A hungry curse.
A city under siege.

In the dead of night the ancient dagger is stolen from the museum in Dundee. As mysterious accidents, illness and even death stalk the city, the Detective Duo, Fergus Bernstein and Flora MacDonald, follow clues that lead them into ever increasing danger. Can they find the dagger and break the curse before it’s too late?

The Fergus & Flora Mysteries Book 1

Thank you for inviting me along to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. As always, it is a pleasure to spend time with your readers. I am particularly excited about being here today as my latest book was launched in Waterstones Bookshop on Saturday 10th September. The Dagger’s Curse is the first book in my Fergus and Flora Mysteries, Young Adult series. To whet your appetite here is the opening chapter of the book.


Ammon slipped away from the smell of rotting flesh. So many decomposing bodies they had to be buried in history’s first mass grave. Slowly at first, then once on the edge of the battlefield he ran. Fled into the night, hidden by darkness so deep it could smother a man. The sound of the leather of his stout sandals slapping off the ground reverberated through the night. Dust leapt from the dry ground and choked him. He stopped. Coughed. Breathed in the scent of human excrement. There were middens near, signifying habitations. He dare not approach. This meant certain death. They would hand him over to the Pharaoh. Menuhotep had no time for men who dodged their duty. That duty was to die for the king. The loud rasping of his breath called out as though a chimaera screaming in the night. Still he did not stop. He dare not.

He reached his house and collapsed inside the doorway. He heard screaming. His brain could not take in who it was or what it was for. Hands pulled at him and dragged him up against the wall. His wife, Nefret. Sixteen years of age society considered him and adult. Old enough to fight. Old enough to marry. Yet young enough to feel terror. Nefret stroked the rough skin of his cheek, chapped from exposure to the scorching sun and the desert wind. Soothed him despite the dirt and the blood. Blood of his friends who had died or he had left behind on the battlefield. He could hear the screaming and groaning still, an echo of the battlefield rattling around in his brain. It would never go away. The sounds rattled around in his head threatening to explode. He could feel the rough brick wall of the main room, through his tunic. It supported him in his exhaustion. His wife thrust a stone jug of beer into his hand. He grabbed it, eager to slake his thirst. It ran down his chin and splashed the front of his tunic as he gulped. Food next. He stuffed it down, almost choking in his haste.

His hunger sated he staggered into his workroom. Stone jars held the tools of his trade, poisons such as arsenic, opium, strychnine and hemlock. Before his forced march to war he was a master at distilling the rare poisons. This was of no interest to Pharaoh who wanted strong men for his armies. A measured amount from each jar was poured into a clay bowl. Pulling out a small dagger he studied it. Intricate, it was a thing of great beauty. A beauty which contained a murderous underbelly. He dipped the blade in the poison three times. With each descent he chanted the curse.

“Sakhmet conjure up your daimons,
as many as a plague of locusts,
khayty, the daimons of darkness,
bring forth their might,
in power bring pestilence and affliction,
may death be upon those who touch this blade,
in protection throughout time,
those who own it will be saved.”

Dip. Pause. Dip. Pause. Dip. Too important to rush, the most powerful curse in the land was sealed. The passage of centuries could not break it. A curse of protection, its owner would be untouched. Any person, from peasant to Pharaoh, who tried to break the bond between owner and dagger, would die. This would not be a pleasant death, but one too horrible for human imagination. No one would dare unleash the curse.


The book is set in contemporary Scotland but starts in ancient Egypt. I had a blast researching and writing the book and I hope you enjoy it just as much. Signed copies of the book are available from my website and also from the Books to Treasure Website.

Meet Author Wendy H. Jones… img_0013b

Wendy H. Jones lives in Scotland, and her police procedural series featuring Detective Inspector Shona McKenzie, is set in the beautiful city of Dundee, Scotland. Wendy has led a varied and adventurous life. Her love for adventure led to her joining the Royal Navy to undertake nurse training. After six years in the Navy she joined the Army where she served as an Officer for a further 17 years. This took her all over the world including Europe, the Middle East and the Far East. Much of her spare time is now spent travelling around the UK, and lands much further afield. As well as nursing Wendy also worked for many years in Academia. This led to publication in academic textbooks and journals. Killer’s Countdown is her first novel and the first book in the Shona McKenzie Mystery series.


Links to Wendy’s website, blog, books, etc.

The Dagger’s Curse: http://amzn.to/2cyYRg4

The DI Shona McKenzie Mysteries:killers-countdownKiller’s Countdown: http://amzn.to/2cv5azd
Killer’s Craft: http://amzn.to/2cIqpNC
Killer’s Cross: http://amzn.to/2cyYP7U
Killer’s Cut: http://amzn.to/2d6Q2c9

Website: http://www.wendyhjones.com

Amazon Author page: http://author.to/WendyHJones

Twitter: twitter.com/wendyhjones

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wendyhjonesauthor/


image1**SPECIAL GIVEAWAY**:  Wendy is giving away a #FREE book, DI Shona McKenzie’s Guide to Killing Your Boss, from her website (link above) so dash over there today and subscribe to her newsletter. Thanks, Wendy, for sharing your books with us today.

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