Synopsis
The JC De La Torre classic is back and better than ever. In 2005, Ancient Rising introduced the world to Dan Ryan, the hunt for Atlantis and the Greek Gods. Called by reviewers as "breathless, moving at a breakneck speed" and "fast moving adventure that fits into the Clive Cussler/Dan Brown mode," the novel has become a cult phenomenon that endures. The author is re-releasing this novel as a companion to the 3D audiobook experience that features award winning radio theater personality Joe Bevilacqua and has been listened to around the world on Sirius/XM. This new version of Ancient Rising offers a tighter, better paced story and a new foreword by the author giving intimate background on the genesis of the Rise of the Ancients saga. A must for sci-fi readers and action/adventure enthusiasts.
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About the Author
JC De La Torre, a speculative-fiction author, was born in Tampa, Florida. Author of the critically acclaimed underground success Ancient Rising, he has experienced the highs and lows of the publishing business. From the thrill of great reviews for his initial foray into the world of science fiction and fantasy to the failure and eventual closing of his publisher, Luna Brillante Publishing, De La Torre continues to press on to provide his fans the best in speculative fiction.
Joe Bevilacqua grew up in New Jersey. He has since become an award-winning voice actor, radio producer, dramatist, humorist, and documentary film producer.
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Fear comes In many forms
Suddenly, darkness enveloped us, we were surrounded by it – engulfed – ingested by it. It happened instantly. One moment we were in the circle room with Hermes and Zeus, the next we were in the clutches of death incarnate. I couldn’t sense the others. I couldn’t sense anything but the cold darkness that had me at its mercy. I screamed. There was no pain, no torture. Just the feeling of loneliness - of great despair. I felt like I did when Anna and Jeanie died – but hundred fold. If I had a gun or knife – I’d have definitely put myself out of my own misery. There were no such instruments to end things – just the cascading spasms of feelings boring themselves deep into my soul. I screamed again – at the top of my lungs – but I knew no one could hear me.
Then, just as sudden as it had begun – it was over. I lay on the ground for a few minutes. It was still very dark but I could see the light of wall-mounted torches down the way from me. My eyes struggled to adjust. My hands, filled with dirt and grime struggled to wipe away the remnants of my tears. I could feel the filth replace the liquid anguish on my face. A cool chill swallowed my body and I realized I was naked.
My eye caught something move out of the corner. It blended into the wall. For a moment I saw motion and then I saw nothing. I stared hard at where I believed it to be. Nothing. Then fear. I felt hot breath on my neck. My limbs would not move. I trembled uncontrollably and a light stream of urine trailed down my leg. Something growled hideously behind me. My head turned slightly and I saw it. I screamed and ran for my life. The thing chased after me, cornering me into a wall, where there would be no escape. It’s black skin seemed to sparkle in the torch light. Its face, almost human-like – but its teeth – oh God, its teeth were like hundreds of tiny sharp daggers, drool falling from each as it slowly approached me. It walked on two feet but hunched on all fours like a predatory animal ready to pounce. A large roar erupted from its mouth.
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