The Last Hunter - Descent (Book 1 of the Antarktos Saga)
β Scribed by Robinson, Jeremy
- Book ID
- 110487532
- Publisher
- Breakneck Media
- Year
- 2011
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 112 KB
- Series
- Antarktos Saga 1
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9780979692970
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
I've been told that the entire continent of Antarctica groaned at the moment of my birth. The howl tore across glaciers, over mountains and deep into the ice. Everyone says so. Except for my father; all he heard was Mother's sobs. Not of pain, but of joy, so he says. Other than that, the only verifiable fact about the day I was born is that an iceberg the size of Los Angeles broke free from the ice shelf a few miles off the coast. Again, some would have me believe the fracture took place as I entered the world. But all that really matters, according to my parents, is that I, Solomon Ull Vincent, the first child born on Antarctica-the first and only Antarctican-was born on September 2nd, 1974. If only someone could have warned me that, upon my return to the continent of my birth thirteen years later, I would be kidnapped, subjected to tortures beyond comprehension and forced to fight...and kill. If only someone had hinted that I'd wind up struggling to survive in a subterranean world full of ancient warriors, strange creatures and supernatural powers. Had I been warned I might have lived a normal life. The human race might have remained safe. And the fate of the world might not rest on my shoulders. Had I been warned.... This is my story-the tale of Solomon Ull Vincent-The Last Hunter.
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