In the shadowy area where myth and history collide
The late, great archeologist, Dr. Everett-Jones would be proud that his son has kept the distinguish family name at the forefront of the field. The younger Dr. Everett-Jones’ renowned name is recognized around the world, even by those not in the field. Some claim he is archeology’s greatest mind since his father passed away. Others believe he has even surpassed his father, bringing the Everett-Jones legacy to a new height.
Dr. Elliot Everett-Jones is not that son. Actually, that would be his brother, William.
Although Elliot’s name is known in the circles of his chosen profession, history, his name is not spoken in hushed tones. There are some who think of his name more in giggles, though others are devoted fans of his whacked-out theories. To some he is better known for his works of fiction. Too many in his field think that even his “serious history” is pure fiction.
Those historians can be a picky lot. Some of them call Elliot’s work revisionist history at its worst. Others say that he has a romantic vision, seeing the fairies at the bottom of the garden. Still others sneeringly call his work “occult”. He even admits that he bases his work on a host of unreliable sources and madmen, say, a Romantic era writer bringing up an undistinguished sixteenth century text referring to a lost twelfth century manuscript which quotes an unknown tenth century author who cites an equally unknown seventh century poet.
And yet, though many find his work very light on fact and heavy on fancy, he has a way of discovering deeper truths than even the biggest name historians, most of who are secretly fans of his work.
That line between “Fact” and “Truth” points to the observation that Elliot can be a walking contradiction. The very image of a rumpled, ‘tweedy’ college professor, he is also an ace racquetball player with killer reflexes. After bravely facing down the harshest critics without flinching, he ran to America and hid out in New York City the minute his wife (ex-wife), Eleanor, left him for his best (former best) friend, Mark. An outgoing introvert who would love to argue about the number of angels dancing on the head of a pin as he drains a pint of ale at the local pub, he feels most at home in a library studying his precious books, the older and more obscure, the better.
With his rival, Mark, safely in his grave, Elliot has returned home to London just in time to share his brother’s greatest discovery. Only, his brother doesn’t get it. Can’t William understand that the huge black pot is ‘The Cauldron of Resurrection’ of ancient myth? What is so hard about accepting the idea of this artifact being used to create an army of undead soldiers known as ‘the fireborn’? Is Elliot the only one who can see?
In the shadowy area where myth and history collide, an unlikely hero is forced to save the world from an ancient Celtic curse. Dr. Elliot Everett-Jones knows that shadowy area well, having spent most of his life exploring its dimensions as given by a host of unreliable sources and imaginative speculation…
My novel The Fireborn will soon be here and then you can read more about it’s hero, Elliot!
(Yes, Elliot looks a little like me… We must be related ;) )