The Last Hunter - Pursuit (Book 2 of the Antarktos Saga)
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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.
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strikes. The blade strikes Xin’s side. His scales provide a momentary resistance to the blade, but the razor edge cuts through when the weapon is drawn back and fresh blood spills. Red blood, I notice. Not purple, like the Nephilim. The sight of it only sends me—Nephil—deeper into a rage. “You see!” I shout. “You’re an albino seeker with human blood! An abomination! Your body should have been dashed on the rocks and used as food for the feeders.” Feeders are egg shaped Nephilim with stubby
more hours, and it’s mine to explore. While my father takes photos, Justin and I explore every nook and cranny of the tidepool. No rock is left unturned, no shell left submerged. “What are we up to?” Justin asks me, knowing that I’ll have perfectly retained the number and name of each creature we’ve discovered. I could give him the Latin names for the animals in this tide pool, but he hates that, so I keep it simple. “Five crabs, three shrimp, eleven hermit crabs, thirty two snails and too
moment that I did not have a photographic memory. The past sometimes replays itself when I least expect it. Of course, sometimes the past doesn’t even need to be replayed to have an effect on me. I open the door and find my suitcase on the floor between the small desk and unmade cot. They left it here. They left everything I brought with me. They really thought they would find me, I think. I fall to my knees, unzip the luggage and stare down at my clothes. I sit there, hands shaking, and pick up
a kill. Em and Tobias aren’t just wounded, they’re emotionally compromised. Like me. Distracted by the potential fate of poor little Luca. Em lets a barrage of rocks fly at Kainda, but the Amazonian-like woman simply raises her large stone mallet in front of her face, blocking any strikes that might knock her unconscious, and takes the body blows without flinching. Em dives under her, as Kainda lands, striking the snow where Em stood a moment before. I actually feel the ground shake beneath me
the only weapons I have left. Granted, I could rain hail down on the beast, but the effort would exhaust me. I’d be open to attack from the twelve other cresties, not to mention Kainda, who, while wounded, is no doubt still dangerous. I catch a glimpse of her sliding through the grass toward her hammer. Alice charges. I match her again. But this time I leap. Her head drops down to meet me, and when her jaws open, I know her view is obstructed. She’ll wait until she feels my body in her mouth