Series: The Hani’s Daughter Mysteries
Author Name: N.L. Holmes
Publication Date: October 30, 2025
Publisher: WayBack Press
Pages: 247
Genre: Historical Cozy Mystery
Any Triggers: Incest is passingly mentioned
In Tutankhamen's Egypt, the vizier's head cook dies suspiciously, and it looks like murder to Neferet and Bener-ib. Only, who would want to kill a cook, a man admired by all?
Perhaps he has professional rivals or a jealous wife. But she is the longtime cook of Neferet's family, a dear retainer above reproach. Was her husband the good man he seemed to be, or did he have the shady past our two sleuths begin to suspect?
They'd better find out soon before the waters of foreign conspiracy rise around Neferet and her diplomat father. If they can't find the killer, it could mean war with Egypt's enemy, Kheta -- and someone else could die. Maybe one of our nosy sleuths...
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N.L. Holmes is the pen name of a professional archaeologist. She has excavated in Greece and in Israel and taught ancient history and humanities at the university level for many years. She has always had a passion for books, and in childhood, she and her cousin used to write stories for fun.
These days she lives in France with her husband, two cats, geese, and chickens, where she gardens, weaves, dances, and plays the violin.
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“Let’s get back to the dispensary
and organize ourselves. Then we can return to the vizier’s house when we have
specific things to ask. Besides, Grandfather was going to wait there for us,
remember? He must think we’ve fallen down a well.” As they approached the gate
of the little property, they could hear the wild whoops of the orphans playing
in the garden. “You know,” said Neferet to Bener-ib, “Qen and Shu-roy are
getting old enough to be apprenticed. We need to talk to In-hapy.”
“Poor In-hapy.” Mut-tuy cast her
eyes to the heavens. “Three of those snot-nosed turds.”
“Your brothers aren’t turds,
Mut-tuy,” Bener-ib said. “And certainly Hu-may isn’t. In-hapy says he’s a
serious boy and a very good worker. She lets him do a lot of grown-up jobs. You
should be proud of him.”
The adolescent made sniffy noises
of disbelief, but a reluctant smile twitched at her mouth nonetheless. As they
pushed their way inside the yard, the four dogs swarmed them joyfully. Brute
looked reproachful.
“I don’t think they would’ve
appreciated you in the kitchen, boy. They would’ve thought you’d be stealing
food. But we know you better than that, don’t we?” Neferet ruffled his ears
back and forth.
From within the house, Grandfather
called, “Are you finally back, then?” He appeared in the doorway. “I’ve
performed several surgeries in your absence. I hope that’s all right.”
Neferet threw back her head and
whooped with laughter. “Better you than me, Grandfather.” She led the way into
the salon, which was fortunately empty of waiting patients. “We talked to
Neb-ma-ra. He’s totally disagreeable and very ambitious, so I wouldn’t be at
all surprised if he killed off the man who was in his way. And guess what?
Until two years ago, he worked for Lord Ptah-mes. I didn’t even know it, but
there he was, under our roof.”
Grandfather raised his thickety
eyebrows. “And no one was poisoned? You got off lightly, my girl.”
“But here’s the thing—the infamous
date paste wasn’t poison. What did Int-ef eat after all that killed him?
Something nobody else seemed to touch. We’re sure it was his lunch.”
Everyone looked up as the four
kittens entered in a line, like a donkey train from the desert. The sunets
had named them for the Sons of Haru—Im-sety, Hapy, Dua-mut-ef, and
Qebeh-sen-ef—but as far as Neferet was concerned, they were deceptively
adorable creatures of darkness. Nothing was safe from their depredations. They
knocked off jars of balm and broke them, pulled down drying herbs, and unrolled
bandages. The old dogs wagged their tails in greeting—perhaps afraid of what
the little thugs would exact from them otherwise—but Brute eyed them severely
as the feline foursome approached him, and they turned away.
“I see they’re still alive.”
Neferet stretched out a hand, and one of the four approached to sniff then
capered off.
“Yes. I kept an eye on them. No
convulsions. No vomiting. Behavior perfectly normal,” Grandfather said. “Why
don’t I accompany you to the vizier’s kitchen next time you go, ladies?”
“Bored, Grandfather?” Neferet shot
him an evil grin. “Just taking care of the infirmary not exciting enough?”
“I can vouch for that,” grumbled
Mut-tuy.
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| My thoughts |
This made a nice change to travel to Ancient Egypt (and bask in a bit of sunshine during a few very cold and wet days here at home!) Not having read any of the previous mysteries in the series, though, it took me a while to work out who was who, where and why - but the writing was good, the plot was intriguing and the historical detail, as far as I could tell, was well tackled. The characters were also realistic and believable - which goes a long way to make a cosy mystery immersive and interesting. I did rather pick suspiciously at my food a bit while reading this one! *laugh*
A good series for readers interested in Egypt and mysteries - but I suggest start at the first book for ultimate enjoyment.
**** 4 stars