The Last Hunter - Pursuit (Book 2 of the Antarktos Saga)
I was thirteen years old when I was kidnapped. They took me from my family, from my friends--from everything I knew, and stole my innocence. They brought me to a world beneath the surface of Antarctica, where I was broken and trained by a hunter named Ninnis. He served the ancient Nephilim: half-human, half-demon monsters. My personality was buried in my subconscious and replaced by that of Ull, a hunter and killer. For a time, I too served the Nephilim. As the first and only human born on Antarctica, they believed that I could contain the spirit of their fallen king, Nephil, and lead them to conquer humanity.
But I was stronger than they knew and escaped deep into the underworld, where I have been hiding for the past two years. I live in a cavern, which is somehow lush with green vegetation, eking out a living and cowering from the confrontation that I know awaits me. But the nightmare has found me. I can smell them. The hunters. They have discovered my hideout.
The pursuit of Solomon Ull Vincent--the last hunter--has begun. And if they catch me, this is where my story will end.
PRAISE FOR JEREMY ROBINSON
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more hours, and it’s mine to explore. While my father takes photos, Justin and I explore every nook and cranny of the tidepool. No rock is left unturned, no shell left submerged. “What are we up to?” Justin asks me, knowing that I’ll have perfectly retained the number and name of each creature we’ve discovered. I could give him the Latin names for the animals in this tide pool, but he hates that, so I keep it simple. “Five crabs, three shrimp, eleven hermit crabs, thirty two snails and too
now, too. After two more seconds, I hear Riodan shout, “Coward!” “Don’t try to follow me,” I shout back. “You won’t survive the fall!” Nine seconds. My feet leave the river’s stone floor and I leap out over the waterfall. I turn as I fall and see Riodan stop at the top, shaking his blade at me. I turn myself around and dive face first toward the water below. Using my perfected technique, I use the wind to slow my fall and plunge into the lake as though I’d only dropped twenty feet. I arch my
plane crash. The names of the men on board. And the one that went missing.” “Several other men went missing on that expedition,” he says. “All here?” I ask. He shakes his head. “Just one other. The rest were claimed by the land.” “I guessed at your name,” I say. “You look like a Tobias.” He looks down at himself, hidden beneath layers of fabric. “You cannot see me.” “Okay,” I say with a grin, “You sound like a Tobias.” Em lets out a snort. “And Ull? How did you know that he was my
being, whose spirit wouldn’t carry on in death, disagreed. That said, there was also no choice. The boy was gone. Far from their reach in the realm of Tartarus. Ninnis frowned as he remembered Solomon’s final act. His willingness to not just die, but endure eternal torture rather than give himself over to his enemies, revealed a strength Ninnis did not believe possible. He’d been wrong about the boy. He wasn’t just strong enough to contain the spirit of Nephil, he’d been strong enough to repel
it. Pain gripped Ninnis’s chest. He rubbed his hand over the spot, thinking of Solomon’s face disappearing in the dark grip of Tartarus. It was a sacrifice he could not comprehend. His thoughts drifted to the message Solomon had once carved in a wall. ‘I forgive you.’ He’d thought the words hollow. Left to taunt him. To make him feel weak. But now? The boy’s convictions proved real. And were he not confined in Tartarus, Solomon might actually be a threat. His power wasn’t simply physical, it