The Last Hunter - Ascent (Book 3 of the Antarktos Saga)
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I no longer exist. My kidnapping, breaking and corruption at the hands of the half-human, half-demon Nephilim began the journey to nothingness. I had hoped to one day rejoin my loved ones in the outside world, but before I realized it, twenty years had passed. Time is a distance I cannot traverse. If there is any memory of me, it is distant. Worse, the spirit of Nephil, Lord of the Nephilim, used my connection with the continent to decimate the surface world. I've done horrible things in the past, but I'm now responsible for the deaths of billions. Billions. God...
And so I have removed myself from the physical world, and Nephil's reach, to live out eternity in Tartarus, a place of endless torture where the burden I carry crushes my soul, driving me to madness. I am weak and cold. My abilities are gone. And I am not alone in this hell. There are things here more horrible than I could have imagined.
But as much as I think I deserve this fate, I'm driven to find a way to escape. To exist again. To return to my new family--Em and Luca. To set things right. I am Solomon Ull Vincent--The Last Hunter--and I will exist again.
*The Last Hunter - Ascent (Book 3 of the Antarktos Saga) parallels the events in Antarktos Rising, an adult thriller also by Robinson, upon which the Antarktos Saga is based. Read them together for the full experience. The final two books in the Antarktos Saga will complete both storylines as they merge.
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surface. It’s where Em and Luca will be hiding. But Antarktos is the size of the United States. Finding someone on the surface could take a lifetime. Maybe longer. Especially if they’re hiding and skilled at it. Even if I did know where they were, I don’t know where I am. I’ve never been in this part of the subterranean world. But I’ve got a good sense of direction, even without the sun to guide me. And sooner or later, I’m bound to come across a tunnel I recognize. But everything seems
wind-born tears from my eyes, tilt my head away from the wind and step over the top of the hill. The bitter wind tugs at my feeble clothing—just a belt and a Tarzan-like leather loincloth—and I realize I still have all of my belongings. Whipsnap is attached to my waist, though I don’t remember putting it there. I have a knife, telescope, sunglasses and a flint stone for starting fires—not that there is anything flammable here. In subterranean Antarctica, I would have used dried dung to create a
And when? And for what purpose? Where Ull is passionate, I am curious. And in this case, the resulting action is the same. I push myself up against the cold and set out toward the tall tower. I could probably figure out how far away it is, but have no need to figure out how long the journey will take. I have eternity. 2 I wish I could say, “I can’t remember the last time I felt this desperate for warmth.” But I can’t say it. I remember everything. The last time I should have felt cold
them and what they have done to others. “You didn’t know?” Em asks. I shake my head. “There’s a mirror shortage in Tartarus.” Em laughs and takes Krane’s sword from me. After handing it back to the big man, she pulls me up. “We need to move.” The serious tone of her voice cuts through my relief. “What’s been happening?” I ask. “The jungle is a dangerous place. Outsiders have come. Their weapons are…” “We lost a few hunters,” Krane says. I nearly scoff at the idea, but remember the Arab
blood of the masters, there is nothing—” A thousand exclamations blast through my mind, but I don’t take the time to utter one of them. I plunge my hands into the water, searching Kainda’s waist. When I find what I’m looking for, I untie the leather thong holding it tight, with shaking hands. “Lay her down,” I say. “Under the water.” There is a moment of hesitation and I scream. “Now!” I get the waterskin free and stand. “Get away. Move back!” They obey, laying her back beneath the water and