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The Atlantis Gene: A Thriller (The Origin Mystery, Book 1) Kindle Edition
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Research Vessel Icefall
88 Miles off the Coast of Antarctica
Karl Selig steadied himself on the ship's rail and peered through the binoculars at the massive iceberg. Another piece of ice crumbled and fell, revealing more of the long black object. It looked almost like... a submarine. But it couldn't be.
"Hey Steve, come check this out."
Steve Cooper, Karl's grad-school friend, tied off a buoy and joined Karl on the other side of the boat. He took the binoculars, scanned quickly, then stopped. "Whoa. What is it? A sub?"
"What's under it?"
Karl grabbed the binoculars. "Under it..." He panned to the area under the sub. There was something else. The sub, if it was a sub, was sticking out of another metallic object, this one gray and much larger. Unlike the sub, the gray object didn't reflect light; it looked more like heat waves, the kind that shimmer just over the horizon of a warm highway or a long stretch of desert. It wasn't warm, though, or at least it wasn't melting the ice around it. Just above the structure, Karl caught a glimpse of some writing on the sub: U-977 and Kriegsmarine. A Nazi sub. Sticking out of... a structure of some sort.
Karl dropped the binoculars to his side. "Wake Naomi up and prepare to dock the boat. We're going to check it out."
Steve rushed below deck, and Karl heard him rousing Naomi from one of the small boat's two cabins. Karl's corporate sponsor had insisted he take Naomi along. Karl had nodded in the meeting and hoped she wouldn't get in the way. He had not been disappointed. When they had put to sea five weeks ago in Cape Town, South Africa, Naomi had brought aboard two changes of clothes, three romance novels, and enough vodka to kill a Russian army. They had barely seen her since. It must be so boring for her out here, Karl thought. For him, it was the opportunity of a lifetime.
Karl raised the binoculars and looked again at the massive piece of ice that had broken off from Antarctica nearly a month ago. Almost ninety percent of the iceberg was underwater, but the surface area still covered forty-seven square miles--one and a half times the size of Manhattan.
Karl's doctoral thesis focused on how newly calved icebergs affected global sea currents as they dissolved. Over the last four weeks, he and Steve had deployed high-tech buoys around the iceberg that measured sea temp and salt-water/fresh-water balance as well as took periodic sonar readings of the iceberg's changing shape. The goal was to learn more about how icebergs disintegrated after leaving Antarctica. Antarctica held ninety percent of the world's ice, and when it melted in the next few centuries, it would dramatically change the world. He hoped his research would shed light on exactly how.
Karl had called Steve the minute he found out he was funded. "You've got to come with me--No, trust me." Steve had reluctantly agreed, and to Karl's delight, his old friend had come alive on the expedition as they took readings by day and discussed the preliminary findings each night. Before the voyage, Steve's academic career had been as listless as the iceberg they were following, as he floated from one thesis topic to another. Karl and their other friends had wondered if he would drop out of the doctoral program altogether.
The research readings had been intriguing, and now they had found something else, something remarkable. There would be headlines. But what would they say? "Nazi Sub Found in Antarctica"? It wasn't inconceivable.
Karl knew the Nazis had been obsessed with Antarctica. They'd sent expeditions there in 1938 and 1939 and even claimed part of the continent as a new German province--Neuschwabenland. Several Nazi subs were never recovered during World War II and were not known to have been sunk. The conspiracy theorists claimed that a Nazi sub left Germany just before the fall of the Third Reich, carrying away the highest ranking Nazis and the entire treasury, including priceless artifacts that had been looted and top-secret technology.
At the back of Karl's mind, a new thought emerged: reward money. If there was Nazi treasure on the sub, it would be worth a huge amount of money. He would never have to worry about research funding again.
The more immediate challenge was docking the boat to the iceberg. The seas were rough, and it took them three passes, but they finally managed to tie off a few miles from the sub and the strange structure under it.
Karl and Steve bundled up and donned their climbing gear. Karl gave Naomi some basic instructions, the long and short of which were "don't touch anything," and then he and Steve lowered themselves to the ice shelf below the boat and set off.
For the next forty-five minutes, neither man said anything as they trudged across the barren ice mountain. The ice was rougher toward the interior, and their pace slowed; Steve's more than Karl's.
"We need to pick it up, Steve."
Steve made an effort to catch up. "Sorry. A month on the boat has got me out of shape."
Karl glanced up at the sun. When it set, the temperature would plummet and they would likely freeze to death. The days were long here. The sun rose at 2:30 A.M. and set after 10 P.M., but they only had a few more hours. Karl picked up his pace a little more.
Behind him, he heard Steve shuffling his snow-shoes as fast as he could, trying desperately to catch up. Strange sounds echoed up from the ice: first a low drone, then a rapid hammering, like a thousand woodpeckers assaulting the ice. Karl stopped and listened. He turned to Steve and their eyes met just as a spider web of tiny cracks shot out across the ice below Steve's feet. Steve looked down in horror, and then ran as hard as he could toward Karl and the untouched ice.
For Karl, the scene was surreal, unfolding almost in slow motion. He felt himself run toward his friend and throw a rope from his belt. Steve caught the rope a split second before a loud crack filled the air and the ice below him collapsed, forming a giant chasm.
The rope instantly pulled tight, jerking Karl off his feet and slamming him belly first into the ice. He was going to follow Steve into the ice canyon. Karl scrambled to get his feet under him, but the tug of the rope was too strong. He relaxed his hands, and the rope slid through them, slowing his forward motion. He planted his feet in front of him, and the crampons beneath his boots bit into the ice, sending shards of ice at his face as he came to a halt. He squeezed the rope, and it pulled tight against the ledge, making a strange vibrating sound almost like a low violin.
"Steve! Hang on! I'm going to pull you up--"
"Don't!" Steve yelled.
"What? Are you crazy--"
"There's something down here. Lower me, slowly."
Karl thought for a moment. "What is it?"
"Looks like a tunnel or a cave. It's got gray metal in it. It's blurry."
"Okay, hold on. I'm going to let some slack out." Karl let about ten feet of rope out, and when he heard nothing from Steve, another ten feet.
"Stop," Steve called.
Karl felt the rope tugging. Was Steve swinging? The rope went slack.
"I'm in," Steve said.
"What is it?"
"Not sure." Steve's voice was muffled now.
Karl crawled to the edge of the ice and looked over.
Steve stuck his head out of the mouth of the cave. "I think it's some kind of cathedral. It's massive. There's writing on the walls. Symbols--like nothing I've ever seen. I'm going to check it out."
Steve disappeared again.
A few minutes passed. Was there another slight vibration? Karl listened closely. He couldn't hear it, but he could feel it. The ice was pulsing faster now. He stood up and took a step away from the edge. The ice behind him cracked, and then there were cracks everywhere--and spreading quickly. He ran full speed toward the widening fissure. He jumped--and almost made it to the other side but came up short. His hands caught on the ice ledge, and he dangled there for a long second. The vibrations in the ice grew more violent with each passing second. Karl watched the ice around him crumble and fall, and then the shard that held him broke free, and he was plummeting down into the abyss.
* * *
On the boat, Naomi watched the sun set over the iceberg. She picked up the satellite phone and dialed the number the man had given her.
"You said to call if we found anything interesting."
"Don't say anything. Hold the line. We'll have your location within two minutes. We'll come to you."
She set the phone on the counter, walked back to the stove, and continued stirring the pot of beans.
* * *
The man on the other end of the satellite phone looked up when the GPS coordinates flashed on his screen. He copied the location and searched the satellite surveillance database for live feeds. One result.
He opened the stream and panned the view to the center of the iceberg, where the dark spots were. He zoomed in several times, and when the image came into focus, he dropped his coffee to the floor, bolted out of his office, and ran down the hall to the director's office. He barged in, interrupting a gray-haired man who was standing and speaking with both hands held up.
"We've found it."
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- ASIN : B00C2WDD5I
- Publisher : Legion Books; 1st edition (March 27, 2013)
- Publication date : March 27, 2013
- Language : English
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- Print length : 642 pages
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This book starts off strong. It's intriguing and fast-paced. When I first started it I was excited with that "Ooh, yeah, a good book I can settle into" feeling and it held that for the first half (or so) of the book. After that, it loses momentum in a big way. The main characters grow less interesting and they are mostly in boring situations. The "journal-within-a-book" is WAY too long and awkwardly presented ("Well, we just escaped death and are on the most ridiculous getaway conveyance imaginable... what-say we read another 30 pages of this journal?")
It's a shame because there's a good story here... feels like this one fell apart in the editing phase a bit.
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You really have to put together a coherent and sensible storyline and build the narrative around believable characters and events.
Given that someone actually spent time writing this drivel then I guess one star should be awarded for at least his wasted time.
Examples of utter nonsense follow as a guide to readers that have half a brain not to buy this or the others in the trilogy.
Prologue: Apparently a boat with only two cabins has sailed all the way to Antartica with only three people on board!! A.G have you any idea how ludicrous that is, have you no idea of the southern ocean? They then leave a drunk Naomi in charge of the boat while they trek across the iceberg where apparently they will freeze to death in a couple of hours because they didn’t bring any appropriate clothing and of course set off even though they knew that the sun would set in a few hours. OK, perhaps I can overlook these ludicrous events let’s get into the guts of the story with chapter 1.
Chapter 1. Fourth paragraph in and apparently coffee cups clang when dropped on the floor, huh, go figure.
Then: Two baddies outside one to the other “don’t use your gun it might draw attention use your knife” oh guess what, when inside he does draw his gun and uses it??
Back to the lab and oh what’s that flashing light, fire, no nothing just ignore it? But there are 12 autistic kids left on their own in another room completely unsupervised. Never mind I’ll check it out in a minute let’s talk about these photos you’ve got in this box whilst the alarm continues!!
Then instead of just opening the blinds we are treated to the unbelievable line of “twisting the hard plastic cylinder that controlled the blinds” It’s at this point I just burst out laughing and knew I wouldn’t finish the book.
Oh, and back to the baddies, with the sidewalks and roads filled with pedestrians crowding the streets everywhere apparently two baddies dressed all in black with ski masks are just overlooked? Must be an everyday sight in Jakarta!
Back inside, we are told there is no one else in the building, no one, anywhere. Oh hello we have 100 autistic kids in the residential unit. We then find a dozen in one room, ALL ALONE, with no supervision. They then take just two of the kids leaving the other 8 in the room and meet the baddies in the corridor.
This is where the baddie who told the other one not to draw her gun actually “draws his gun” unbelievable!!
Oh, and then I know what they’ll do, they’ll tackle him, I’m sure he doesn’t really mean to use the gun and if he does and shoots us it won’t matter about all the other kids in the room and apparently the other 100 odd still somewhere else?
We are 4% into the book and this utter nonsense has done it for me, how anyone can read this and give it 4/5 stars I just can’t understand.
Please don’t waste your money, I find it hard to believe anyone actually wrote this, it’s almost as though it was written by a robot with no grasp of structure or understanding as to how to construct a story or even of basic believable events.
You’ve probably given up reading my rant by now but I just had to get it off my chest, please all you normally wonderful reviewers don’t let rubbish like this go by with out proper reviews.
I loved the way the author linked the science fiction plot with actual historical events like the Toba volcanic eruption and Spanish Flu, even bringing biblical events in at one stage with the great flood.
It does make you think.....
Some of the writing is very clumsy at times, especially with regard to the romantic storyline between some of the main characters but on the whole its just one of those books you don't want to put down.
As an endorsement I've just started The Atlantis Plague (The origin Mystery Book 2)
The basic story concerns a mystery from the past involving the Atlantean race of people. A modern offshoot of this race is trying to resurrect the ancient race of Atlanteans and wipe out or enslave the modern human race. Only one thing stands in their way - a rogue gene which gives ordinary humans immunity from the Atlantean death ray. So far so good.
There is the usual cast - good guy protagonist, good girl victim, bad guy antagonist, bad guy's henchmen, treacherous friends and enemies alike. The story spans many continents and is written in a very sparse, urgent style which some readers who ask a bit more from their prose may find irritating.
My main beef with this book isn't the story or even the cardboard cutout characters. It's the style in which the story is told. It leaps around from person to person, continent to continent and cliffhanger to cliffhanger with characters and conversations offering little explanation of the whole. The changes of POV are confusing, with multiple characters narrating the same scenes. I felt little attraction to any of the characters because just when one of them threatened to become interesting, they are snatched away into yet another dramatic moment and left hanging from the cliff edge in a rather contrived way.
On the plus side, there's some good action and some genuinely tense moments; by far the best part of the story is the flashback diary sequence. Finally, we get a credible character who is given time to develop his arc and it works very well.
The let down comes from the huge demands on our willingness to suspend disbelief. Nothing ejects me from immersion in a story like one of those "yeah, right!" moments - it makes me feel like the author is taking liberties with the reader. Sadly there were three jarring events like this, and this set me against the book and encouraged me to be more critical than perhaps it really warrants.
It was a decent enough read, but the sketchy narrative, undeveloped characters and clash of genres made it hard work to finish. I won't be buying the others in the series, but I'm glad the author found success with this series. There are FAR better books out there on the indie scene that don't have this author's marketing reach, and I would encourage readers to look further afield if you enjoyed this.