Antarktos Rising - A Novel
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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.
looking. A large gate not far from the group’s position was guarded by two Nephilim. They’d never make it. She looked at Wright. “We better hurry.” They leaped to their feet and pushed toward a fight neither believed they could win. Vesuvius ran ahead, leading the charge. Chapter 68 Merrill kept his hand firmly planted over Whitney’s mouth until he felt she had also understood her mother’s plot. They and Lei leaned against the wall as tightly as possible and hid in the shadows.
mercenary.” Wright stepped over and sat down, handing Whitney a piping hot cup of soup. “Kat has worked with me and our Special Forces on . . . lesser-known missions.” Whitney sipped her soup. Too hot. “What are they called? Black ops?” Wright nodded. “Doesn’t the Army or Marines or whatever have their own snipers?” Whitney asked. That elicited a laugh from Ferrell. “None as good as me, honey.” “I still don’t see why—” “I’m not shackled by treaties or laws. I shoot whomever they want me to
nail clippers on you?” Merrill shook his head, looking worried. Whitney was worried, too. Just by looking at the boat, it was easy to tell that Vesuvius’s sharp claws would make short work of the inflated pontoons. She was about to demand that something be figured out. She couldn’t stand to see her father lose another family member. But Wright was up to something. Digging in his backpack again, Wright pulled out two pairs of socks. He kneeled back down to Vesuvius. “Paw,” he said. Vesuvius
as though the ancient Kuan Ti, god of war, had come to earth to finish what the great cataclysm had begun. The weapon ran out of ammunition and they were upon him. In a last-ditch effort, Zhou dove toward a man carrying a rocket launcher. He gripped the weapon, rolled over, and fired at the closest attacker. Zhou was thrown into the air by the rocket’s propulsion and his back was burned by the flames deflected by the ground. But he landed on his knees and watched. It dodged. The monster simply
thing he had ever heard. The force created by the bomb enclosed in such a tight space made its effects that much more violent. Cruz felt the earth shudder beneath him. Pebbles shook from the roof of the large crack into which he and al-Aziz had ducked. And then the heat. A wall of flame roared down the crevasse and licked at Cruz’s back. Al-Aziz was on top of him in an instant. Under other circumstances, Cruz might shoot the man for tackling him like that, but he knew al-Aziz was protecting