The Last Hunter - Pursuit (Book 2 of the Antarktos Saga)

The Last Hunter - Pursuit (Book 2 of the Antarktos Saga)

Jeremy Robinson

Language: English

Pages: 272

ISBN: 0983601763

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The Antarktos Saga is now complete! Pick up all 5 books together and enjoy this epic series front to back without pause. The books, in order, are:
The Last Hunter - Descent
The Last Hunter - Pursuit
The Last Hunter - Ascent
The Last Hunter - Lament
The Last Hunter - Onslaught
And as a bonus, pick up Antarktos Rising, the novel that inspired this series, parallels Ascent and tells the story of Mira and Merrill. 
DESCRIPTION:

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

"Rocket-boosted action, brilliant speculation, and the recreation of a horror out of the mythologic past, all seamlessly blend into a rollercoaster ride of suspense and adventure." -- James Rollins, New York Times bestselling author of JAKE RANSOM AND THE SKULL KING'S SHADOW

"With THRESHOLD Jeremy Robinson goes pedal to the metal into very dark territory. Fast-paced, action-packed and wonderfully creepy! Highly recommended!" --Jonathan Maberry, NY Times bestselling author of ROT & RUIN

"Jeremy Robinson is the next James Rollins" -- Chris Kuzneski, NY Times bestselling author of THE SECRET CROWN

"If you like thrillers original, unpredictable and chock-full of action, you are going to love Jeremy Robinson..."-- Stephen Coonts, NY Times bestselling author of DEEP BLACK: ARCTIC GOLD

"How do you find an original story idea in the crowded action-thriller genre? Two words: Jeremy Robinson." -- Scott Sigler, NY Times Bestselling author of ANCESTOR

"There's nothing timid about Robinson as he drops his readers off the cliff without a parachute and somehow manages to catch us an inch or two from doom." -- Jeff Long, New York Times bestselling author of THE DESCENT

"Greek myth and biotechnology collide in Robinson's first in a new thriller series to feature the Chess Team... Robinson will have readers turning the pages..." -- Publisher's Weekly

"Jeremy Robinson's THRESHOLD is one hell of a thriller, wildly imaginative and diabolical, which combines ancient legends and modern science into a non-stop action ride that will keep you turning the pages until the wee hours. Relentlessly gripping from start to finish, don't turn your back on this book!" -- Douglas Preston, NY Times bestselling author of IMPACT and BLASPHEMY

"Jeremy Robinson is an original and exciting voice." -- Steve Berry, NY Times bestselling author of THE EMPEROR'S TOMB

"Jeremy Robinson is a fresh new face in adventure writing and will make a mark in suspense for years to come." --David Lynn Golemon, NY Times bestselling author of LEGEND and EVENT

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I want to tell her to shut up, that she’s not my mother, but I can’t speak. Because her face and voice are my mother’s. I step closer. She backs away. Her fear wounds me. She falls to her knees. “I love you, Sol.” The words strangle me. I weep openly, watching her life ebb. “My baby,” she says. “At least I got to see you one…more…time.” She dies at my feet. Now that she’s no longer trying to kill me, she looks exactly like my mother. My dead mother. That I killed. I drop to my knees

normal for the first time in years. Years… “Father wants to speak to you now,” she says, motioning with her head for me to follow. Luca starts to follow us, but Em stops him. “Just Sol.” “Aww,” Luca says with a stomp of his foot, but he turns around and goes back into his room. Em looks back at me and sees my funny grin. “What?” “Nothing.” She stops. “What?” “You called me Sol. Reminds me of home. Of my family. It’s…it’s nice.” “Oh,” she says. “Good.” She leads me to my parents’ old

cloak out of a large satchel. I shake out the cloak and wrap it around my shoulders. “What would Grumpy think of that?” Em asks. “Depends,” I say. “On what?” “If they were friends.” Em gets out a final laugh. And then we’re down to business. We pack out what’s left of our gear, I position the skull hood atop my head and we set out for the great cavern. We reach our destination quickly and stop where the river divides and criss-crosses into the distance. Maybe a half mile to our right is a

The reaction is instantaneous. The flames burst white hot, filling the cavern with a sudden burst of light akin to a giant sized camera flash bulb. I close my eyes are the same moment, sparing myself from the majority of the light’s power. Behemoth roars behind me. The sound is so loud that it takes all my strength to not put my hands to my ears. As the flames shrink back to normal size, I realize that I could do the chicken dance all the way up to the flame wall and no one would notice. The

reason, these benign creatures, perhaps the only benign creatures in the underworld, have chosen to accept me. Which is strange. After seeing or smelling my red hair, most denizens of the underground flee or attack. But these creatures seem to see right past it, to my core, and they know I’m no threat to them. Ull would have been, but he’s not in control right now. He’s buried in my subconscious, pouting about not being able to kill anything. With the dance done, all eyes are on me. My mother

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