Primal Waters (Meg Series #3)

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It was the apex predator of all time, the most fearsome creature that ever lived — a 70-foot, 70,000 pound Great White shark. Hundreds of 7-inch serrated teeth filled jaws that could swallow an elephant whole. It could sense its prey miles away, inhaling its scent as it registered the beat of its fluttering heart, and if you ever came close enough to see the monster...it was already too late.

Eighteen years have passed since Jonas Taylor last crossed paths with carcharodon ...

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Overview

It was the apex predator of all time, the most fearsome creature that ever lived — a 70-foot, 70,000 pound Great White shark. Hundreds of 7-inch serrated teeth filled jaws that could swallow an elephant whole. It could sense its prey miles away, inhaling its scent as it registered the beat of its fluttering heart, and if you ever came close enough to see the monster...it was already too late.

Eighteen years have passed since Jonas Taylor last crossed paths with carcharodon Megalodon. Now a middle-aged father of two, he is overwhelmed by mountains of bills and the daily strife of raising a family. But life is about to change. A Hollywood television producer wants Jonas to join his new survival series: Daredevils. For the next six weeks, two teams of crazy daredevils on a South Pacific Ocean voyage will try to outperform one another in front of the cameras. Jonas needs the money, and the job of doing the color commentary seems easy enough. But behind the scenes, someone else is pulling the strings. And before it's over, Jonas will again come face to face with the most dangerous creatures ever to stalk the Earth.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"An exuberant, potboiling action thriller. The shark attack scenes . . . are numerous and exciting. Fans should devour it."-Publishers Weekly on MEG: Primal Waters

"Two Words: Jurassic Shark!"-Los Angeles Times on Meg: A Novel of Deep Terror

"Nonstop excitement." —-Library Journal on Meg: A Novel of Deep Terror

"An adrenaline-pumping thriller!" —-New York Post on Meg: A Novel of Deep Terror

"Hellishly riveting . . . an utterly amazing climax." —-Kirkus Reviews on Meg: A Novel of Deep Terror

"A heart-stopping thriller."—-Ingram on The Trench

"An entertaining tale of gripping nonstop horror." —-Midwest Book Review on The Trench

"A fast-paced thriller with many plot twists." —-Booklist on The Trench

"Alten can write a mean prehistoric shark scene." —-Publishers Weekly on The Trench

Publishers Weekly
The giant prehistoric shark, carcharadon Megalodon, that put Alten on bestseller lists with his debut novel, Meg (1997), and its follow-up, The Trench, returns in a messy, exuberant, potboiling action thriller. It's 18 years since Angel, spawn of the "meg" in Meg, chomped her way through many humans (as well as through most critics' sensibilities); her nemesis, Jonas Taylor, is now 63-and in financial trouble. For money and perhaps a retaste of youth, Jonas agrees to star in a top-rated reality series, Daredevils, unaware that a meg-lover who's envious of Jonas's fame plans to feed Jonas to a meg lured to the middle of the ocean. Meanwhile, Angel returns to her California hunting grounds and another meg creates havoc on the coast of Washington State. The narrative runs in overdrive from start to finish, as Alten munches on the reality show phenomenon, ocean ecology and family issues (tensions among Jonas, his kids and his wife), but all those are merely the fibers connecting the novel's powerful muscle: the shark attack scenes, which are numerous and exciting and, toward the end, intercut as frantically as an MTV video. This title probably won't sell as well as Alten's first two Meg novels, but the novelty of an aging action hero adds general interest, and the author's many devoted fans should devour it. Agent, Ken Atchity. (July) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Publishers Weekly
"An exuberant, potboiling action thriller. The shark attack scenes . . . are numerous and exciting. Fans should devour it."
Library Journal
It's been 18 years since Jonas Taylor faced his own mortality and Angel, the huge, prehistoric killer shark Carcharodon megalodon, in The Trench. However, the menace still lurks deep in the sea. Faced with middle age, fading celebrity, and dwindling income, Jonas takes a job as color commentator for a reality TV show, Daredevils, and flies to the South Pacific with rebellious teenaged daughter Dani for a six-week production shoot. Of course, mayhem ensues, with repeated gory shark attacks instigated in part by the maniacal Maren, a scientist with a deadly grudge against Jonas. Interspersed with the killing sprees are details of Jonas's financial and family woes, which make the book a little more than just another killer-shark tale. Perfect for the beach with its slick writing and competent plot-just stay out of the water! Recommended for fans of the previous MEG tales and Peter Benchley's Jaws.-Rebecca House Stankowski, Purdue Univ. Calumet Lib., Hammond, IN Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Jaws redux: In this debut, no one believes that deep-sea submersible pilot Jonas Taylor has had a nasty encounter with a Megaladonone of those 60' babies said to be the progenitors of today's great white sharkuntil something huge repeatedly snarls up the cables of another deep-sea probe.
Kirkus Reviews
As Jaws meets Jurassic Park, Meg (short for megladon) brings us a 60-foot, 20-ton prehistoric shark with a nine-foot-wide mouth that is likely to gobble up bestseller lists, as well as reappear in 1998 as a summer blockbuster.

In rather characterless prose, debut novelist Alten's well-groomed story rockets like a pre-edited filmscript from event to event. But the author's love of his title character is clear, as he keeps his Lord and Master of the Sea, a female Carcharodon Megalodon, frequently front and center. Seven years ago, Professor Jonas Taylor, a paleontologist and deep-sea submersible pilot, first saw such a shark, thought to be extinct, while diving more than seven miles down in the Marianas Trench. During the Ice Age, members of the species, it turns out, took refuge in the hot thermals on the ocean bottom. Lethally cold water above has kept from them resurfacing. Jonas's first encounter cost two lives, and has burdened him with profound guilt. He goes back down to the abyss anyway, accompanied by Masao Tanaka, the owner of a huge aquarium on the California coast. When a male Megalodon gets entrapped in steel cables in the trench, he's attacked by a pregnant female; she follows the male to the surface, surviving the journey, and discovers a warm new world, filled with varied, easy, hot-blooded prey. Clearly, the shark is an ecological disaster, especially when she gives birth to three more of her kind. Taylor and Tanaka, however, don't want to destroy the shark but rather to harness her drugged body and haul it into confinement. This means some vastly dangerous close work with her once she's located, with Taylor hovering about the monster in a submersible that becomes theinstrument of an utterly amazing climax. A female offspring in captivity at story's end guarantees a sequel.

Weightless characters on a choppy sea—but hellishly riveting.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765347855
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 5/1/2005
  • Series: Meg Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 264,182
  • Lexile: 980L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 4.21 (w) x 6.71 (h) x 1.29 (d)

Meet the Author

Steve Alten is the best-selling author of the Meg series, including Meg: Hell’s Aquarium. A native of Philadelphia, he earned a Bachelor’s degree from Penn State, a Masters from the University of Delaware, and a Doctorate from Temple University. He is the founder and director of Adopt-An-Author, a free nationwide teen reading program used in thousands of secondary school classrooms across the country to excite reluctant readers.

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CHAPTER

1

TAMPA BAY, FLORIDA

PRESENT DAY

• • •

The engine powered off and I knew I was in trouble. I kicked at the battery…nothing. The heavy Lexan nose cone of the Abyss Glider sank, bobbing upside-down along the surface like a cork. Staring into the depths of the Monterey Bay Canyon, I saw the female's conical head appear from the shadows, her ghostly albino glow paralyzing me in fear as she charged.

Her hideous mouth yawned open, anticipating her next meal—me!

The thought of this enraged me. Reaching forward, I grabbed the emergency lever and turned it counterclockwise, then yanked it back, igniting the mini-sub's fuel. Instantly, my body was slammed backward within the pod's safety harness as the mini-sub rocketed downward like a torpedo into the awaiting gullet of my worst nightmare—

• • •

The telephone rings, shattering his concentration. Jonas Taylor grabs the cursed instrument off its cradle, strangling the receiver in his grip. "What?"

"Uh…Mr. Taylor?"

"Speaking."

"Sir, this is Ross Colombo."

"I don't know any Ross Colombo."

"With American Express. We spoke last week."

Christ

"Sir, we still haven't received the payment, the one you assured me you had mailed."

Jonas's blood pressure ticks a few notches higher. "Look, Russ—"

"Ross. Sir, did you send the check?"

"Sure, I sent it. Can't believe you haven't gotten it yet. Tell you what, call me next week if it still hasn't arrived."

"Could you tell me the check number?"

"My wife handles all that stuff and she's not home. Why don't you call her next week."

Jonas slams the phone on its receiver, causing the taser-like star pattern of his screen saver to evaporate back into text. Damn bill collectors

He takes a deep breath. Stares at his computer monitor.

Writing his memoirs had been Terry's idea. To Jonas, it seemed like a waste of time, a last desperate attempt to regain lost years of fame. Still, he had to make a living, and his once overflowing well of requests for speaking engagements had run dry long ago.

Face it, Jonas, you're a has-been—yesterday's news. You were never a real scientist and you're way too old to be a submersible pilot. At your age, with your limited background, you'd be lucky to get a job as an assistant manager in a fast-food joint.

"Shut-up!"

He commands himself to reread the last passage on screen, but the text refuses to sink in.

Reviewing his life on paper had forced Jonas to come to grips with the shortcomings of his existence. Almost sixty-four, he was at an age when most men were thinking about retirement, yet here he was, still struggling to make ends meet.

He glances at the stack of bills, becoming more depressed.

Snap out of it, you big baby. So you're over the hill, at least you're still near the summit. So what if you've grayed a bit, so what if your lower back feels like somebody ran over it with a pickup truck and every joint is wracked with arthritis. And who really cares if you can't run or keep up with the younger guys on the basketball court or pump as much iron? Hey, at least you're still active. Most guys my age would

He stops himself.

You're not old, Jonas…you're just not young anymore.

The truth was, the more Jonas wrote, the older he felt, and the more he came to realize how much of his life was based on illusions.

The illusion of fame, of being important.

The illusion of being a good provider.

Jonas twists his head from one side to the other, his neck crackling like gravel beneath a tire. Health insurance, car insurance, mortgage payments, phone bills, electric bills…every month the mountain of debt gets higher, every waking moment dominated by stress. He has borrowed against the house, maxed out his credit cards, dipped into the kids' college funds…and still the mountain grows, along with his pessimism about the future and his constant fear of poverty.

Jonas Taylor can't remember the last time he has laughed out loud. Or even smiled.

His eyes focus upon the top statement in the stack, his annual life insurance bill—the irony of his life. Bankrupt in life, rich in death. At least you married a younger woman. Yep, Terry will be well taken care of after you croak.

"Shut-up!"

He tosses the bill aside, then massages his temples, praying the spot in his vision is just the sun's glare on his monitor and not another migraine.

Stay focused. Finish the book. Terry will sell it, and the rest will take care of itself.

He returns to the keyboard.

• • •

Darkness rushed at me, but before I could comprehend the consequences of my actions, I was jolted into unconsciousness. When I awoke, I was startled to be alive. The pod, miraculously, was still intact, but was now rolling in horrible darkness, the nose cone's exterior light occasionally illuminating refuse from the monster's last meal. A dolphin. Molten blubber. The upper torso of my former Naval commander—

• • •

The heavy bass of gangsta rap pounds through the ceiling above his head.

Jonas stops typing. Looks up.

"Dani?"

No response.

"Crap."

Jonas gets up from his desk. Walks to the staircase. "Danielle Kaye Taylor!"

No response.

Jonas's blood pressure creeps up another notch. Cursing beneath his breath, he climbs the worn beige-carpeted steps two at a time, turns right at the landing, then trudges down the hall to his daughter's room. Tries the handle. Locked, of course. Pounds on the door. Pounds again.

The door opens.

"What?" The blond-haired seventeen-year-old stares back at her father, her indigo-blue eyes furious.

"I'm trying to work."

"So? I live here, too."

"Can you just turn it down a bit?"

She lowers the volume, just enough so Jonas can comprehend the lyrics. "Geez, Dani, do you have to listen to that crap?"

"Dad, don't start—"

"A song about three brothers gang-raping their mother?"

"It's just a song."

"Well I don't like it. Turn it off."

"Excuse me, but you can't tell me what to listen to. This happens to be a free country."

"The only thing free is what you're paying in rent. As long as you're living under my roof, you'll listen. Now turn it off."

She slaps at the CD player, shutting it off. "Another seven weeks and I'll turn eighteen, then I am so out of here."

"Better hope financial aid comes through, or you'll be commuting."

"News flash: I'm not going to college."

His blood pressure tweaks again, his daughter's expression fueling his rage. "And exactly what're you going to do to make a living? Waitress? Flip burgers?"

"Maybe I'll write my memoirs!" She slams the door in her father's face.

Okay, good comeback. He pauses. Hears her crying. So much for my Father-of-the-Year Award

Seeking absolution, he turns and knocks on his son's door. Opens it.

The fourteen-year-old with the mop of brownish-red hair poking out from beneath the Philadelphia Phillies baseball cap never looks up, too absorbed in his video game.

"David?"

"I already did my homework."

He kneels beside his son. Watches the boy's hands adeptly work the controls—a replica of his old mini-sub.

On screen, the blunt ivory nose of the Megalodon rises, its jaws chomping down upon the fluke of a fleeing Killer Whale. Crimson blood pours from the wound, dispersing across the animation like smoke from a chimney.

ORCA. MORTAL WOUND: 250 POINTS. CONTINUE FEEDING.

"Why do you always control the Meg? Why not the mini-sub?"

"Angel's more fun."

The image of a torpedo-shaped mini-sub soars by. David manipulates the controls, sending the Megalodon after it.

"You like stalking your old man, huh?"

"It's a thousand points."

"A thousand points. Be sure to engrave that on my tombstone, will you?"

"Shh!"

Jonas ignores the impulse to shut off the cursed video game, a reminder of a life that could have been. Endorsements, merchandising…all gone.

Gone with his youth.

He turns and leaves. Pauses again at Dani's door. Hears her talking on the phone, complaining about her life in some adolescent code.

The illusion of parenthood

The front door opens. "Jonas?"

He heads downstairs. Greets his wife with, "Where have you been? I've been trying to get you on your cell phone for hours."

"I told you, the phone company disconnected me yesterday." Terry Taylor's long onyx hair is pulled up in a tight bun, accenting her Asian features. In her mid-forties, she is still quite the beauty. "How come you're not working?"

"I can't work in this house, all I get is constant interruptions."

"Since you're not working, can you get the groceries out of the car?"

Jonas sighs. Heads outside to the SUV in his stocking feet. Gathers as many plastic bags from the open rear hatch as he can handle, then glances at the car parked next to his wife's.

Notices the dent in the hood.

Registers the twinge in his left arm.

Jonas drops the groceries and examines the hood, which no longer seals shut.

Just keeps getting better and better.

"Terry!"

She pokes her head out the front door. "What're you screaming about?"

"Did you see the hood of the Chrysler?"

"I saw it. She said it happened last night while she was parked."

"Where did she park? A demolition derby? Damn car costs us two-fifty a month, plus another three grand a year for insurance. You'd think she could be a little more careful—"

"Jonas, calm down."

"A little appreciation, a little respect, that's all I ask." Blood boiling, he opens the front door of his daughter's car. Snarls at the heavy scent of tobacco. Reaches down to pop the hood and spots the bag of marijuana, hidden beneath the seat.

"Terry!"

—as the migraine squeezes tighter behind his eyeball.

TANAKA OCEANOGRAPHIC INSTITUTE

MONTEREY, CALIFORNIA

The deep blue hill of water rolls toward shore, its weight rumbling over the shoals as it crests, its bulk split in two as it kisses the submerged concrete walls of the man-made canal. Half the wave crashes into foam and races to a quick death upon the beach, the other half rushes into the channel, picking up speed as it is redirected into the main tank of the Tanaka Lagoon.

The old man's almond eyes follow another wave in, his soul soothed by its crushing thunder, his mind as restless as the undulating splashes that echo throughout the deserted arena like crackling paper. From his vantage—a cold aluminum bench in the upper deck of the western bleachers—he can see everything: the incoming Pacific, the ocean-access canal, the lake-size man-made aquarium, the western horizon's dying afternoon sun.

Eighty-two-year-old Masao Tanaka fixes his collar against the harsh ocean breeze that howls inside his empty concrete fish bowl. Weathered eyes squint against reflections coming off the lagoon's surface. The once azure waters have stagnated olive-green, algae growth surpassing maintenance. The once-shiny A-frame, perched at the southern end of the arena like a giant steel scarecrow, is caked with layers of rust, as are the bleachers, the rest rooms, food court, and souvenir stands.

Masao shakes his head at the irony of his existence. The lagoon had been more than the marine biologist's dream, it had been his life, and now he is dying with it. Thirty years have passed since he first designed the facility and risked everything to build it. He had depleted his family's estate and mortgaged his children's future, and when those funds ran dry, he had accepted a high-risk contract with the Japanese Marine Science Technology Center, selling JAMSTEC twenty-five of the Institute's Unmanned Nautical Information Submersibles. The UNIS drones were to be part of Japan's Early Warning Earthquake Detection System. The catch: Masao's team would be responsible for deploying the array seven miles down in the Mariana Trench, the deepest, most unexplored realm on the planet.

Masao's son, D.J., had escorted each UNIS into position, piloting an Abyss Glider-II, the Institute's one-man deep-sea submersible. For weeks the detection system worked flawlessly, and then one by one, the drones stopped transmitting data. With the Japanese threatening to hold back payment, Masao had been forced to call in a favor from an old friend.

Jonas Taylor had been the best deep-sea submersible pilot ever to wear the Navy uniform—until something happened to him on his last dive in the Mariana Trench. Working in 33,000 feet of water, Jonas had suddenly panicked, launching his vessel into an emergency ascent. The duress of the maneuver had caused a malfunction in the sub's pressurization system and the two scientists on board had died. Diagnosed with psychosis of the deep, Jonas had been forced to spend three months in a psychiatric ward. His naval career over, his confidence shot, Jonas reinvented himself, going back to school to study paleobiology, intent on convincing the world that he was not crazy, that the unexplored sevenmile-deep gorge was inhabited by sixty-foot prehistoric sharks, long thought extinct.

Masao cared little about Jonas's theories; what he needed was a second deep-sea pilot to accompany his son on a salvage operation. Jonas accepted the old man's invitation, more focused on locating an unfossilized Megalodon tooth, proof that the creatures were still alive.

What he found instead was his own personal Hell.

Jonas Taylor was right, members of the Megalodon species had survived extinction in the hydrothermally-warmed bottom layer of the trench.

Upon entering the abyss, the two mini-subs' engines had attracted a male. D.J. was attacked and devoured, the Meg entwining itself in his sub's cable. As Masao's surface ship unwittingly hauled the entrapped beast topside, a larger female attacked the male, following it to the surface.

Having summoned the devil from its purgatory, it was left to Jonas and his team to stop it.

More death would follow as the Tanaka Institute attempted to capture the female, which birthed three pups in the deep waters off Monterey, California. Jonas was eventually forced to kill the creature, with the lone surviving pup captured and raised in Masao's whale lagoon.

Come see Angel: the Angel of Death. Two shows daily.

The captive female would attract millions of visitors and even more dollars. But a series of devastating lawsuits would cripple the Institute, forcing Masao to sell the majority of his company to energy mogul Benedict Singer. Losing control of his beloved Institute was bad enough, the undue stress on his family even worse. Terry's first pregnancy was stillborn, and Jonas was not there for her, too preoccupied with his concerns over keeping Angel secured in the lagoon. Eventually the female did escape, nearly taking the lives of Masao's daughter and son-in-law in the process.

Benedict Singer's demise would return the Institute to its rightful owner. Three years after Angel's escape, the lagoon's new canal doors were reopened, this time for the advancement of cetacean science, as had always been intended.

Masao had a new lease on life. Each winter day, as tens of thousands of the behemoths migrated south from the Bering Sea, the biologist would wait by the open canal doors, hoping to lure a pregnant cow into his protected cove to birth her young.

"Spooked" by the Megalodon's lingering presence, the whales refused to enter.

Hoping to remove Angel's "scent," Masao accepted a huge loan from his son-in-law to drain and scrub the main tank…all to no avail.

Deep in debt, Masao finally agreed to lease the facility to Sea World. A half dozen orcas, all born in captivity, were transported from their cramped tanks to the much larger ocean-accessible lagoon. Immediately upon entering the water, the Killer Whales panicked, circling the tank in a frenzied state. With nowhere to beach, they began bashing their heads against the canal doors, desperate to get out.

Two of the animals died, along with the Sea World contract.

As time passed, so too did the public's interest in Jonas Taylor. His speaking career over, Jonas was forced to sell his home in California and move his family to Tampa, where he accepted a public relations job at a new marine park. Masao stayed behind, hiring Jonas's best friend, Mac, to maintain the facility while he attempted to sell it.

The eventual collapse of the stock market wiped out Masao's pension and the savings of several potential buyers, sealing the old man's fate. The lagoon was his albatross, and, like it or not, he was stuck with it.

• • •

Masao stretches, his arthritic joints creaking with the effort. Across the lagoon, his eyes catch movement.

Atti…The old man waves.

Athena Holman waves back, then continues sweeping the empty eastern bleachers. Cerebral palsy has affected the young African-American woman's right hand and legs, causing her to walk with a heavy gait. Despite her challenges, the nineteen-year-old has been the Institute's hardest worker, her dark brown eyes and quick wit stealing Masao's heart years ago, making it impossible for him to let her go with the rest of his maintenance workers.

The arena turns gold, the sun setting at his back. It is the old man's favorite time of day, yet all he feels is remorse. Once the driving force behind his family's business, life's mishaps have reduced him to a shadow of his former self, a burden to his children.

He waits until the horizon bleeds scarlet and magenta, then stands, his back and knees aching. Like his facility, Masao is breaking down, yet his soul is still too restless to move on.

He hobbles down the bleachers to the concrete walkway.

Two men step out of the shadows, both in their late thirties, well-built, wearing lumberjack shirts and worn jeans.

The older of the two flashes a false smile. "Afternoon, Mr. Tanaka. You remember my younger brother, Devin."

The second man, dark-haired and ponytailed, offers a cold stare.

Masao nods uncomfortably. "I assume you received the reply from my attorney?"

Drew Dietsch gazes at the lagoon. "Received it in triplicate. Can't say I was happy with it, but I guess you already know that, seeing as how you haven't returned any of our calls."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Devin's green eyes squint in anger. "Listen, old man, we sank over half a million in site surveys and soil samples, not to mention the money it cost us to grease the zoning commissioner's office. And that personal loan."

"Easy, Devin." Drew steps in between his younger brother and the old man. "Let's keep everything civil…for now. Mr. Tanaka, I'm sure you can understand why my brother and I are a little upset about the way things played out."

"Hai. The money I borrowed will be paid back with interest, you have my word."

"We're not a bank," Devin spits.

"My brother's right. We had a deal to turn this entire beachfront area and lagoon into million-dollar condos and a high-end shopping marina."

"We had a deal in principle only. Your final offer was too low. Not enough cash up front."

"We had an agreement, Tanaka, which is why we agreed to that personal loan. You'd receive your share of the profits on the back-end with the rest of our investors."

"Profits based on trust. I don't trust you. Neither does my attorney. Too many loopholes. Put more money up front and we'll talk, otherwise I think I'll wait. Dietsch Brothers is not the only fish in the sea, you know."

Masao pushes past them and hobbles for the exit.

Devin goes after him.

Drew grabs his brother by the arm. "Okay, Tanaka, hey, if that's the way you want to play it, fine by us. Our lawyers are on retainer, how about yours? Can you afford to keep paying a mouthpiece to prevent us from getting a judgment? I doubt it. And what about your daughter and her loser husband?"

Masao slows.

"Yeah, I hear Terry and Jonas are hurting for money, just like you. Bad investment them sinking their life savings into this zoo, huh? Face it, old man, pennies on the dollar is the best you're ever gonna see. So why don't we settle this like men, before the judge does it for us."

"A better offer, gentlemen," Masao grimaces, "preferably before I die."

Copyright © 2004 by Steve Alten

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Table of Contents

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First Chapter




CHAPTER ONE

MEGALODON

Late Cretaceous Period, 70 Million Years Ago The Coast of the Asiamerica-Northern Landmass (Pacific Ocean)

From the moment the early morning fog had begun to lift, they sensed they were being watched. The herd of Shantungosaurus had been grazing along the misty shoreline all morning. Measuring more than forty feet from their duck-billed heads to the end of their tails, these reptiles, the largest of the hadrosaurs, gorged themselves on the abundant supply of kelp and seaweed that continued to wash up along the shoreline with the incoming tide. Every few moments, the hadrosaurs raised their heads nervously like a herd of deer, listening to the noises of the nearby forest. They watched the dark trees and thick vegetation for movement, ready to run at the first sign of approach.

    Across the beach, hidden among the tall trees and thick undergrowth, a pair of red reptilian eyes followed the herd. The Tyrannosaurus rex, largest and most lethal of all terrestrial carnivores, stood twenty-two feet above the forest floor. Saliva oozed from its mouth as T. rex watched, quivering with adrenaline. The two largest duckbills had just ventured out into shallow water, lowering their heads to forage among the thick strains of kelp.

    The killer crashed from the trees, his eight tons pounding the sand and shaking the earth with every step. The duckbills rose on their hind legs and scattered in both directions along the beach. The two reptiles in the surf turned to see the carnivore closing on them, jaws wide, fangs bared, its bone-chilling roar drowning the crash of the surf. The pair of hadrosaurs turned instinctively, plunging into deeper waters to escape. They strained their long necks forward and began to swim, their legs churning to keep their heads above water.

    T. rex plunged in behind them, crashing through the surf and into deeper waters. But as it neared its prey, the T. rex's feet sank into the muddy sea floor. Unlike the buoyant hadrosaurs, the thickly muscled T. rex could not swim and became hopelessly bogged in the mire.

    The hadrosaurs now swam in thirty feet of water. But having escaped one predator, they now faced another.

    The six-foot gray dorsal fin rose slowly from the sea, gliding silently across their path. The current created by the creature's sheer mass began pulling the hadrosaurs into deeper waters. The duckbills panicked at the sudden change. They would take their chances with the Tyrannosaurus. Within the deep waters lurked certain death. They turned, thrashing and paddling frantically until they once again felt the familiar mud beneath their feet.

    T. rex let out a thundering growl. In water to its chest, the predator struggled to keep from sinking farther into the soft sea floor. The duckbills broke in either direction, passing within fifteen yards of the frustrated hunter. The T. rex lunged at them, snapping its terrible jaws, howling in rage at its fleeing prey. The duckbills bounded through the smaller waves and staggered onto the beach. Collapsing on the warm sand, too exhausted to move, the two hadrosaurs looked back once more to face their would-be killer.

    The Tyrannosaurus could now hold his huge head only a few feet above water. Insane with rage, it slashed its tail wildly in an attempt to free one of its hind legs. Then, all at once, it stopped struggling and stared out to sea.- From the dark waters, slicing through the gray fog, the great dorsal fin was approaching.

    The T. rex cocked its head and stood perfectly still, realizing too late that it had wandered into the domain of a superior hunter. For the first and last time in its life, the Tyrannosaurus felt the icy grip of fear.

    If the T. rex was the most terrifying creature ever to walk the earth, then Carcharodon megalodon was easily lord and master of the sea. The red eyes of the Tyrannosaurus followed the gray dorsal fin, feeling the tug of current caused by the unseen mass circling below. The fin disappeared beneath the muddy waters. T. rex growled quietly, searching through the haze. The towering dorsal fin rose again from the mist, now racing directly for him. The T. rex roared and struggled, vainly snapping its jaws in futile protest.

    From the beach, the two exhausted hadrosaurs watched as T. rex was slammed backward through the ocean with a great whoosh, its huge head disappearing beneath the waves. In a moment the dinosaur surfaced again, wailing in agony as its rib cage was crushed within the jaws of its hunter, a fountain of blood spouting from its mouth.

    The mighty Tyrannosaurus rex vanished beneath the swirling scarlet water. A long moment passed, and the sea remained silent. The hadrosaurs turned and lumbered toward the trees. Suddenly they turned, cowering at an explosion in the water. Clutching T. rex in its gargantuan mouth, the sixty-foot shark, nearly three times the size of its prey, burst from the water, its enormous head and muscular upper torso quivering as it fought to remain suspended above the waves. Then, in an incredible display of raw power, the Meg shook the reptile from side to side between nine-inch serrated teeth, spraying pink froths and gouts of gore in every direction. The twenty-ton Megalodon and its mutilated prey crashed back into the sea, sending a great swell of water high into the air around them.

    No other scavengers approached the Megalodon as it fed in the tropical waters. It had no mate to share its kill with, no young to feed. The Meg was a companionless creature, territorial by nature. It mated when it must and killed its young when it could, for the only challenge to its reign came from its own kind. It could adapt and survive the natural catastrophes and climatic changes that caused the mass extinctions of the giant reptiles and countless prehistoric mammals. And while its numbers would eventually dwindle, some members of its species might survive, isolated from the world of man, hunting in the isolated darkness of the ocean depths.

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Interviews & Essays


Before the live bn.com chat, Steve Alten agreed to answer some of our questions.

Q: I know you've studied oceanography. Do you scuba dive? Have you been in the water since finishing Meg?

A: I've just started taking scuba lessons. Today is my first underwater dive. I'm sure I'll be looking around for sharks.

Q: Steve Alten, you've just sold your first novel and the movie rights for a fantastic sum! Where are you going, Disneyland or Disney World?

A: I've sent the wife and kids to Disney World. Right now, I'm too busy finishing my second novel, The Sire, to take time off.

Q: What books do you give as gifts?

A: Meg, because I get them from Doubleday for free.

Q: What's the greatest movie you've ever seen? Are there any movies you watch over and over?

A: I don't know if I have a favorite movie. I definitely enjoy action movies: "Predator," "Terminator," "Jurassic Park," "Independence Day." Meg should be a great movie, especially with the advances in special effects since "Jaws" came out over 20 years ago. Movies like "Ordinary People" and "Parenthood" always get to me as well.

Q: Coffee or tea? Regular or decaf?

A: Sorry, I don't drink coffee or tea, or alcohol for that matter.

Q: What, to you, is the most important day of the year?

A: Every new day is the most important. Having one's health and happiness is all that really matters.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2013

    Please Read!

    Would anyone mind telling me what the second book is called or where to find it? The first was amazing, but I'd rather read the series in chronological order. If it's of any help, I'm using a nook SimpleTouch. Thanks for reading and hopefully helping!!! :)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 28, 2010

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    Alten proves once again to be a worthy heir of Benchley

    In the third book of the Meg series, Jonas Taylor must now confront appropriatlely enough three Megalodon sharks. Jonas' relationships with wife and duaghter are brought to the forefront to develop his character. Alten explores the "Dad" side of Jonas's personality to make him a more believable protaganist. Alten also uses the literal separtation of Jonas and Terry as a metaphor of the potential separation of their marriage.
    Alten once again teaches his readers a significant quantity of information about underwater life, oceanography and shipping and history. Flashbacks to the Pleistocene era aid in demonstrating the apparent destiny of the species to survive. This book may be the most critical to the hypothesis that the Megalodon shark could have continued to survive into the modern era. This series is a good hook for a young reader trying to find what they like as long as they are mature enought for violence and sex (human and shark).

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 13, 2009

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    Outstanding!!!

    Steve,s done it again sat me in my over stuff chair for hours. I just can't find a stopping point. Please don't forget to read the first book[Meg]and the second book [The trench]before reading this one.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2005

    More a nibble than a mouthful

    What is it about books and their covers? I picked up Primal Waters without really looking at it, not realizing it was third in a series. This is the first Steve Alten book I¿ve read, and I don¿t really understand the enthusiasm some of his fans have for him. He¿s good, but certainly not great. The entire premise is outlandishly farfetched. It seems a bit strange that three Megalodons would leave the depths of the Mariana Trench at the same time, and stranger still that they all happen to cross paths with members of the Taylor family. The characters are not terribly well developed, it is difficult to really identify with any of them, and the dialog is stilted and unlikely. The villain who arranges for Jonas Taylor to meet with one of the Megs is almost a parody of James Bond¿s foils. The most interesting and compelling scenes are those featuring the Megalodons and, fortunately, there are enough of those to keep the book moving. The book was good enough that I will probably read Meg and The Trench, but I doubt I¿ll be urging others to do the same

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2014

    Possible megalodon still lives

    To prove it ill send a expidection across the world to do it when im thirty ill try to get a blood sample of it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2014

    Better Than Benchley's "Jaws"

    If you enjoyed books like "Kronos" and "Jaws", then you'll love this book even more. Meg: Primal Waters, the third installment in the Meg Series, continues with a perfect mix of the thriller and action-based themes. The plot, although not entirely original, incorporates the return of a previous villain in a nefarious scheme to silence the famous paleobiologist Jonas Taylor. In the procees, Jonas, his wife and their children Danielle and David, including many hapless victims, cross the paths of three megalodons in a muti-layered story sure to sate your imagination.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2013

    Way to Pass the Time

    Steve Alten isn't the best writer, in fact the books have a tendency to be formulated, repeat unnecessary information, and can be a bit tedious in spots. However, if you are just looking for a fun read, something to break up reading more informative and well-written books, you could do worse than this.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2013

    Lainey

    It was sckary the movie was sckary but i relly loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2013

    Great addition to series

    Alten has done an excellent job of returning back to what made the series great, the Meg. If you are looking for a well written creature feature, this is the one to read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2012

    Good read, but #2 is soooo much more intense!

    I love this series but this one has some dragging slow information parts, but all in all a good book. Pleade start with #1 so U can follow the series.

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  • Posted August 28, 2012

    Don't waste your time

    Plot and characters are riduclous.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2012

    BEST SERIES EVER!

    Steve alten is one of the best authors ever on the face of the earth. I just started domain a couple of months after i finished meg i love steve hes an awesome author!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2011

    Meg2412

    this bok js really gooooooooood!i love this book

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  • Posted January 15, 2011

    meg 3

    great great book

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  • Posted November 21, 2009

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    NOT AS GREAT AS HIS OTHER NOVELS

    I have read many of steve alten's books including MEG THE TRENCH DOMAIN GOLIATH THE LOCH. so far this was the worst book in the meg series. This book was also his worst novel. But still it was a good book an i would recommend this to anybody who loves a great adventure. Some parts got a little far fetched. "Like an old cannon taking down a mega yacht" or "A sixty two year old swimming in the ocean for an hour straight" or "Angel eating seven baseball finatics at once." It seemed like steve was just trying to make a book of blood and guts and not on about a shark. He went a little too far on the shark attack scenes, which there were way too many of them. ALL in all it was a good book, not great but a good book that i would reccommend to a lot of people.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2008

    TOTAL MEG FAN!!!

    I am in love witht the MEG series and Steve Altens books are full of unpredictible and over whelming events that are amazing and the details of the encounters with the MEG are fantastic and reviting!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2008

    BEST SHARK BOOK SERIES EVER!!!!!

    this is just simply amazing. Extremely gripping and an amazing story line through out the series. Steve Alten makes me fell like I was actually there.... in the mouth of the meg. Simply amazing and i can wait for Meg 4 Hells Aquarium..... HAHA

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2008

    Great

    This third book in the series reminds me of the first Meg book. Thrilling and action packed. Alten's Meg series makes Jaws look like a goldfish. Can't wait for the fourth installment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2007

    give me a break

    I'm astounded at the number of 5-star reviews for this pulpiest of pulp fiction. The plot is so fantastically unbelievable, the writing absurdly over-the-top, and the characters as one-dimensional as they come. I stumbled across this in the 'what we're reading' section of a local bookstore... I can only guess that the glowing recommendation came from a college kid (or younger) with too much summer time on his hands. I mean: give me a break, folks. Nothing more than a series of 'gee, what can I do now to have the shark attack top the last one...?!' If you want a good shark story or two, look for Peter Benchly.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2006

    Alten is the master!!!

    His beasts make the ones from Jurassic Park look like puppies! Read the Meg series and the Loch, you have a master storyteller who combines science with real good ole'fashoined storey telling and get the best of both worlds. Each book get better without question imo, as he develops as a writer.....Meg was very good, Primal Waters was great......The Loch was a Homerun! I just can't wait till his next book comes out!

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