Antarktos Rising - A Novel
A phenomenon known as crustal displacement shifts the Earth's crust, repositioning continents and causing countless deaths. In the wake of the global catastrophe, the world struggles to take care of its displaced billions. But Antarctica, freshly thawed and blooming, has emerged as a new hope. Rather than wage a world war no nation can endure, the leading nations devise a competition, a race to the center of Antarctica, with the three victors dividing the continent. It is within this race that Mirabelle Whitney, one of the few surviving experts on the continent, grouped with an American special forces unit, finds herself. But the dangers awaiting the team are far worse than feared; beyond the sour history of a torn family, beyond the nefarious intentions of their human enemies, beyond the ancient creatures reborn through anhydrobiosis-there are the Nephilim. The world races to claim a new continent, only to find it already taken.
don’t.” “Freya. She was the Norse goddess of love and fertility.” “If you’re thinking I’m feeling in any way fertile right now, you can go straight to hell. I bore you one child. I’m not going through that again.” “The birth or the conception process?” “Both, if you don’t clamp it.” “You’re misinterpreting my remarks. I simply meant that Freya, love goddess of the Norse, lived in a very cold land. And despite the cold, she was loving . . . and fertile—ouch!” “All your accumulated knowledge
are meaningless compared to her. Please, if you have any mercy left for me, let me . . . and Vesuvius . . . survive this so we can go home. Forgive me.” Merrill wiped his nose across his arm, leaving a patch of slick hair. Then he stopped, arm against nose. The shaking continued, more quietly than ever. Quickly saying an “Amen,” Merrill rushed outside. Vesuvius followed. As the shaking continued to slowly dissipate, Merrill found it easier to stand. Unsure how long the respite would last,
excavation came into view, Whitney gasped and came up short. The bones of a man, a very large man, were intertwined with those of . . . a dinosaur. The creature’s jaws were locked over the top of the man’s head. His neck looked broken. And in the man’s hand was a long blade that still looked polished, buried in the chest cavity of the dinosaur. They had died in battle, killing each other simultaneously. A dinosaur and a man. Whitney’s eyes wandered back to the dinosaur’s head and she recognized
into the jungle. The race had begun. Chapter 34 The monotonous sound of metal blades slicing through vegetation filled the jungle. Lined up in formation, fifteen men wide, the Chinese soldiers hacked their way through the jungle, clearing a path wide enough for a future freeway. Creating a wide path was hard work, but a single-file line was not an option. What good was a force of two hundred if they couldn’t see or support each other? That was General Zhou’s theory. Tight formation and
have felt her body picked up and slung over a giant shoulder. She would have heard the screams and gunfire in the distance as her friends were attacked. She would have lost all hope. There, at the center of the world, there was no hope. Revelations Chapter 54 “Two more on the left!” Wright shouted then fired a barrage in that direction. He realized too late that the one giant who’d chased them from behind was not the actual attack. He’d simply flushed them out into the open where