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In Antarctica, a glacial earthquake swallows up a team of scientists...and exposes a mysterious monument older than the Earth itself.

In Peru, archaeologist Dr. Conrad Yeats is apprehended by U.S. Special Forces...to unlock the final key to the origins of the human race.

In Rome, the pope summons environmental activist Dr. Serena Serghetti to ...

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In Antarctica, a glacial earthquake swallows up a team of scientists...and exposes a mysterious monument older than the Earth itself.

In Peru, archaeologist Dr. Conrad Yeats is apprehended by U.S. Special Forces...to unlock the final key to the origins of the human race.

In Rome, the pope summons environmental activist Dr. Serena Serghetti to the Vatican...and reveals a terrifying vision of apocalyptic disaster.

In space, a weather satellite reveals four massive storms forming around the South Pole...and three U.S. spy satellites disappear from orbit.

These are the end times, when the legends of a lost civilization and the prophecies of the world's great religions lead a man and a woman to a shattering discovery that will change the fate of humankind. This is the ultimate voyage, a journey to the center of time, as awe-inspiring as the dawn of man--and as inevitable as doomsday. This is RAISING ATLANTIS....

"There's more to the story of Atlantis than a lost continent-- there's also a centuries-old global conspiracy. author Thomas Greanias believes that it was the volcanic destruction of Thira-- modern-day Santorini-- that inspired the ancient Greek philosopher Plato to pen the original story of Atlantis nine hundred years later. However, Plato's fourth century B.C. account claimed that Atlantis sunk nine thousand years earlier. Taken literally-- and combined with recent revelations-- Plato's ancient clues suggest that Antarctica may, in fact, prove to be the site of the legendary Atlantis"--p. [339].

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"A remarkable first novel. RAISING ATLANTIS grabs hold of you from the first page and pulls you into an astonishing world of scientific fact and fiction, suspense, and good old-fashioned adventure. Thomas Greanias is a superb writer who knows how to tell a tale with style and substance. Thoroughly entertaining.
Nelson DeMille, bestselling author of The General's Daughter, The Charm School and Night Fall

"RAISING ATLANTIS is a wonderfully honed cliff-hanger--an outrageous adventure with a wild dose of the supernatural. A thrill ride from start to finish."
Clive Cussler, bestselling author of Sahara and Lost City

"The mother of all Atlantis adventures! A damn good novel!"
James N. Frey, author of the widely taught How To Write A Damn Good Novel

"Your PhD in Adventure. RAISING ATLANTIS took me back to what inspired me to be an archaeologist."
Dr. William Schniedewind, Chairman of Near Eastern Languages and Cultures, Professor of Biblical Studies, UCLA, and author of How The Bible Became A Book

"....a gripping page-turner; one of those books you end up staying up way too late reading and then are sorry the next morning when you can't get out of bed! I think it's a lot like The DaVinci Code, but I like the ending on this one better. The book takes you on an adventure to Antarctica in search for the lost city of Atlantis with a nun and an archaeologist who are dodging the military who want to cover up this amazing find. What they uncover is amazing and frightening and could unlock the secrets of how life began."
--Sandra Hughes, CBS News

"It's not hard to see why this techno-thriller has already been such a success: a gripping plot about the discovery of an island believed to be Atlantis--not in the Aegean but buried under the ice of the South Pole; some colorful characters, including a father-and-son team of archeologists (Are Harrison Ford and Sean Connery ready to do the film?); and some clean, no-nonsense writing that adds to the reading speed and suspense."
--Chicago Tribune

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416524458
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 5/23/2006
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 6.70 (w) x 4.20 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Thomas Greanias
Thomas Greanias is the New York Times bestselling author of Raising Atlantis, The Atlantis Prophecy, The Atlantis Revelation, and The Promised War. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife and children. Visit his official website at www.thomasgreanias.com.
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Chapter 1: Discovery Minus Six Minutes

East Antarctica

Lieutenant Commander Terrance Drake of the U.S. Naval Support Force, Antarctica, paced behind a snow dune as he waited for the icy gale to pass. He badly needed to take a leak. But that would mean breaking international law.

Drake shivered as a blast of polar air swept swirling sheets of snow across the stark, forsaken wasteland that seemed to stretch forever. Fantastic snow dunes called sastrugi rose into the darkness, casting shadows that looked like craters on an alien moonscape. Earth's "last wilderness" was a cold and forbidding netherworld, he thought, a world man was never meant to inhabit.

Drake moved briskly to keep himself warm. He felt the pressure building in his bladder. The Antarctic Treaty had stringent environmental protection protocols, summed up in the rule: "Nothing is put into the environment." That included pissing on the ice. He had been warned by the nature geeks at the National Science Foundation that the nitrogen shock to the environment could last for thousands of years. Instead he was expected to tear open his food rations and use a bag as a urinal. Unfortunately, he didn't pack rations for reconn patrols.

Drake glanced over his shoulder at several white-domed fiberglass huts in the distance. Officially, the mission of the American "research team" was to investigate unusual seismic activity deep beneath the ice pack. Three weeks earlier the vibes from one of those subglacial temblors had sliced an iceberg the size of Rhode Island off the coast of East Antarctica. Floating off on ocean currents at about three miles a day, it would take ten years to drift into warmer waters and melt.

Ten years, thought Drake. That's how far away he was from nowhere. Which meant anything could happen out here and nobody would hear him scream. He pushed the thought out of his mind.

When Drake first signed up for duty in Antarctica back at Port Hueneme, California, an old one-armed civilian cook who slopped on the mystery meat in the officers' mess hall had suggested he read biographies of men like Ernest Shackleton, James Cook, John Franklin and Robert Falcon Scott — Victorian and Edwardian explorers who had trekked to the South Pole for British glory. The cook told him to view this job as a test of endurance, a rite of passage into true manhood. He said a tour in Antarctica would be a love affair — exotic and intoxicating — and that Drake would be changed in some fundamental, almost spiritual way. And just when this hostile paradise had seduced him, he was going to have to leave and hate doing so.

Like hell he would.

From day one he couldn't wait to get off this ice cube. Especially after learning upon his arrival from his subordinates that it was in Antarctica that the old man back in Port Hueneme had lost his arm to frostbite. Everyone in his unit had been duped by the stupid cook.

Now it was too late for Drake to turn back. He couldn't even return to Port Hueneme if he wanted to. The navy had closed its Antarctica training center there shortly after he arrived in this frozen hell. As for the one-armed cook, he was probably spending his government-funded retirement on the beach, whistling at girls in bikinis. Drake, on the other hand, often woke up with blinding headaches and a dry mouth. Night after night the desertlike air sucked the moisture from his body. Each morning he awoke with all the baggage of a heavy night of binge drinking without the benefits of actually having been drunk.

Drake shoved a bulky glove into his pocket and felt the frozen rabbit's foot his fiancée, Loretta, had given him. Soon it would dangle from the rearview mirror of the red Ford Mustang convertible he was going to buy them for their honeymoon, courtesy of his furloughed pay. He was piling it up down here. There simply was no place to blow it. McMurdo Station, the main U.S. outpost in Antarctica, was 1,500 miles away and offered its two hundred winter denizens an ATM, a coffeehouse, two bars, and a male-female ratio of ten-to-one. Real civilization was 2,500 miles away at "Cheech" — Christchurch, New Zealand. It might as well be Mars.

So who on earth was going to see him paint the snow?

Drake paused. The gale had blown over. At the moment, the katabatic winds were dead calm, the silence awesome. But without warning the winds could come

up again and gust to a deafening 200 mph. Such was

the unpredictable nature of Antarctica's interior snow deserts.

Now was his chance.

Drake unzipped his freezer suit and relieved himself. The nip of the cold stung like an electric socket. Temperatures threatened to plunge to 130° below tonight, at which point exposed flesh would freeze in less than thirty seconds.

Drake counted down from thirty under his foggy breath. At T minus seven seconds he zipped up his pants, said a brief prayer of thanks, and looked up at the heavens. The three belt stars of the Orion constellation twinkled brightly over the barren, icy surface. The "kings of the East," as he called them, were the only witnesses to his dirty deed. Wise men indeed, he thought with a smile, when suddenly he felt the ice rumble faintly beneath his boots before fading away. Another shaker, he realized. Better get the readings.

Drake turned back toward the white domes of the base, his boots crunching in the snow. The domes should have been a regulation yellow or red or green to attract attention. But attention was not what Uncle Sam wanted. Not when the Antarctic Treaty barred military personnel or equipment on the Peace Continent, except for "research purposes."

Drake's unofficial orders were to take a team of NASA scientists deep into the interior of East Antarctica, charted by air but never on foot. They were to follow a course tracking, of all things, the meridian of Orion's Belt. Upon reaching the epicenter of recent quakes and building the base, the NASA team immediately began taking seismic and echo surveys. Then came the drilling. So the "research" had something to do with the subglacial topography of the ancient landmass two miles beneath the ice.

What NASA hoped to find buried down here Drake couldn't imagine, and General Yeats hadn't told him. Nor could he imagine why the team required weapons and regular reconn patrols. The only conceivable threat to the mission was the United Nations Antarctica Commission (UNACOM) team at Vostok Station, a previously abandoned Russian base that had been reac-tivated a few weeks earlier. But Vostok Station was almost four hundred miles away, ten hours by ground transport. Why NASA should be so concerned about UNACOM was as much a mystery to Drake as what was under the ice.

Whatever was down there had to be at least twelve thousand years old, Drake figured, because he'd read someplace that's how long ice had covered this frozen hell. And it had to be vital to the national security of the United States of America, or Washington wouldn't risk the cloak-and-dagger routine and the resulting international brouhaha if this illegal expedition were exposed.

The command center was a prefab fiberglass dome with various satellite dishes and antennae pointed to the stars. As he approached the dome, Drake set off loud cracking pops when he passed between several of dozens of metal poles placed around the base. The bone-dry Antarctic air turned a human being into a highly charged ball of static electricity.

The warmth generated by thermal heaters placed beneath the banks of high-tech equipment welcomed Drake as he stepped inside the command center. He had barely closed the thermal hatch when his radio officer waved him over.

Drake stomped over to the console, shaking off snow. He discharged his fingers on a grounded metal strip along the console edges. The sparks stung for a second, but it was less painful than inadvertently zapping the computers and frying their data. "What have you got?"

"Our radio-echo surveys may have triggered something." The radio officer tapped his headset. "It's too regular to be a natural phenomenon."

Drake frowned. "On speaker."

The radio officer flicked a switch. A regular, rhythmic rumble filled the room. Drake lowered his parka hood to reveal a tuft of dark hair standing on end. He tapped the console with a thick finger and cocked his ear. The sound was definitely mechanical in nature.

"It's the UNACOMers," Drake concluded. "They're on to us. That's probably their Hagglunds snow tractors we're picking up." Already Drake could picture the impending international flap. Yeats was going to go ballistic. "How far away, Lieutenant?"

"A mile below, sir," the bewildered radio officer replied.

"Below?" Drake glanced at his lieutenant. The humming grew louder.

One of the overhead lights began to swing. Then rumbling shook the ground beneath their feet, like a distant freight train closing in.

"That's not coming from the speaker," Drake yelled. "Lieutenant, raise Washington on the SAT-COM now!"

"I'm trying, sir." The lieutenant flicked a few switches. "They're not responding."

"Try the alternate frequency," Drake insisted.


Drake heard a crack and looked up. A small chunk of ice from the ceiling was falling. He stepped out of the way. "And the VHF band?"

The lieutenant shook his head. "Radio blackout."

"Damn!" Drake hurried to the weapons rack, removed an insulated M-16 and moved to the door. "Get those satellite uplinks online!"

Drake opened the hatch and burst outside. The rumbling was deafening. Breathing hard, heaving with each long stride, he ran across the ice to the perimeter of the camp and stopped.

Drake raised his M-16 and scanned the horizon through the nightscope. Nothing, just an eerie green aura highlighted by the swirling polar mist. He kept looking, expecting to soon make out the profile of a dozen UNACOM Hagglunds transports. It felt like a hundred of them. Hell, maybe the Russians were moving in with their monster eighty-ton Kharkovchanka tractors.

The ground shook beneath his feet. He glanced down and saw a jagged shadow slither between his boots. He jumped back with a start. It was a crack in the ice, and it was getting bigger.

He swung his M-16 around and tried to outrun the crack back to the command center. There were shouts all around as the tremors brought panicked soldiers tumbling out of their fiberglass igloos. Then, suddenly, the shouts were silenced by a shriek of wind.

Freezing air rushed overhead like a wind tunnel. The katabatic blast knocked Drake off his feet. He slipped and fell flat onto the ice pack, the back of his head slamming the ground so hard and fast that he instantly lost consciousness.

When Drake came to, the winds had stopped. He lay there for several minutes, then lifted his aching, throbbing head and looked out from beneath his snow-dusted parka hood.

The command center was gone, devoured by a black abyss, a huge crescent chasm about a hundred yards wide. The cold was playing tricks on him, he hoped, because he could swear this abyss stretched out across the ice for almost a mile.

Slowly Drake dragged himself toward the scythelike gorge. He had to find out what happened, who had survived and needed medical attention. In the eerie silence he could hear his freezer suit scrape along the ice, his heart pounding as he reached the edge of the abyss.

Drake peered over and aimed a flashlight into the darkness. The beam bathed the glassy blue-white walls of ice with light and worked its way down.

My God, he thought, this hole has to be at least a mile deep.

Then he saw the bodies and what was left of the base. They were on an ice shelf a few hundred yards down. The navy support personnel in their white freezer suits were hard to distinguish from the broken fiberglass and twisted metal. But he could easily pick out the corpses of the civilian scientists clad in multicolored parkas. One of them was lying on a small ice ledge apart from the others. His head was bent at an obscene angle, framed in a halo of blood.

Drake's mind swirled as he took in the remnants of his first command. He had to check the other bodies to see if anyone was still breathing. He had to find some equipment and get help. He had to do something.

"Can anybody hear me?" Drake called out, his voice cracking in the dry air.

He listened and thought he heard chimes. But the sound turned out to be the frozen limbs of his radio officer, clinking like glass as they dangled over smashed equipment.

He shouted into the wind. "Can anybody hear me?"

There was no response, only a low howl whistling across the abyss.

Drake looked closer and saw some sort of structure protruding from the ice. It wasn't fiberglass or metal or anything from the base camp. It was something solid that almost seemed to glow.

What the hell is that? he thought.

An appalling silence fell across the wasteland. Drake knew then with chilling clarity that he was alone.

Desperately he searched for a satellite phone in the debris. If he could just get a message out, let Washington know what had happened. The hope that help was on the way from McMurdo Station or Amundsen-Scott might give him the strength to set up some sort of shelter, to make it through the night.

A sudden gust shrieked. Drake felt the ground give way beneath him, and he gasped as he plunged headlong into the darkness. He landed with a dull thud on his back and heard a sickening snap. He couldn't move his legs. He tried to call for help but could only hear a hard wheezing from his lungs.

Overhead in the heavens, the three belt stars of Orion hovered in indifferent silence. He noticed a peculiar odor, or rather a change in the quality of the air. Drake could feel his heart pumping in some unfamiliar but regular pattern, like he was losing control of his body. Still, he could move his hands.

His fingers crawled along the ice and grasped his flashlight, which was still on. He scanned the darkness, moving the beam across the translucent wall. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. He couldn't quite make out what he was looking at. They looked like pieces of coal in the ice. Then he realized they were eyes, the eyes of a little girl staring straight at him out of the icy wall.

He stared back at the face for a moment, a low moan forming at the back of his throat when he finally turned his head away. All around him were hundreds of perfectly preserved human beings, frozen in time, their hands reaching out in desperation across the ages.

Drake opened his mouth to scream, but the rumbling started again and a glistening avalanche of ice shards crashed down upon him.

Copyright © 2005 by Thomas Greanias

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2013

    No doubt one of the worst books I have ever read. I have read ma

    No doubt one of the worst books I have ever read. I have read many thrillers both good and bad and this one stands out as one of the worst. It is badly written which was a surprise considering the writer has a Masters in Journalism. The characters are unbelievably drawn and cartoonish, the plot almost nonexistent, and the idiotic pseudo-science beyond my endurance to give it a chance to involve me in the absurd storyline. Perhaps if it were better written my suspension of disbelief could have endured this poorly written take on the Atlantis myth. 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 24, 2010

    Quit reading

    The book started off okay, but when the C141 crashed in Antarctica and was described as a turbo prop I was dismayed. The final straw was the conventionally powered carrier USS Constellation being off the coast being described as nuclear powered. I figured then the guy did not do homework and quit reading.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2013

    How bad . How bad?


    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2013

    Great Book!

    A page turner !!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2013

    Font size issue

    I have an original Nook and the main reason I got it was to read books in a larger font. Atlantis seems to enlarge the first paragraph according to your font settings. Then the rest of the chapter is displayed at a fixed, non-adjustable size. :(

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 11, 2012

    wasn't a bad read

    lots of adventure,but not good enough that I didn't want to put the book down.was a decent read.

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  • Posted November 23, 2012

    Somewhat disappointing

    The author started with an interesting concept, but really did not flesh it out.

    I had no idea why half the characters were doing what they were doing and the end was disappointing.

    Also, the main character was terribly likeable.

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  • Posted February 27, 2012


    If you like adventure with some "could we really find it in the future?" you will enjoy this book. It had me almost from the first page.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2012


    Waste of time

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  • Posted January 11, 2011

    Good read but.....

    Good read gripping to poorly formatted epub. It wasimpossible to reformat the text from very small.e

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 2, 2010

    Found to be a quick read and hard to put down

    Started as a B&N pick up with coffee, good enough that I bought and finished in a day. would be great for travel 2-3 day read at most. Found it very hard to put down and I would recommend. Liked enough to look at the other books in the series.

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  • Posted February 1, 2010

    PLEASE Don't Waste your Money

    This by far, is the worst book I have ever read. The storyline is absurd, the characters are ridiculous, they should have added pictures so it could be classified as a comic book. Please don't waste your time or money with this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2009

    this book is part of a trilogy of well written novels

    these books are well written in the a readable and enjoyable style and have some interesting plot twists as well. while there are some similarities between this series and other american treasure hunting books focusing on the freemasons and catholic church etc.not to mention Dan Brown's books. All of them provide a great amount of history and are thought provoking. and while a certain amount of literary license is used. many details are easily researchable on the internet for verification and general knowledge.
    they all provide hours of enjoyment and are well worth the investment

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2008

    If you want a fun summer read..........

    For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by anything having to do with the lost continent of Atlantis. Even if i see the word 'Atlantis' in the title I am immediately drawn to the book. That being said, it should not be too much of a surprise that I've picked up this book. I was not disappointed in my choice at all. This book is a FUN read with a capital 'f'. The hero of the book is Conrad Yeats, a wreckless archaeologist with a disregard for conventional rules. He is brought to Antarctica by his father Gen. Griffin Yeats (himself a renegade, boit for reasons of his own) to explore an amazing find deep in a fissure on Anarctica. They are joined by Sister Serena Serghetti, who is also know as 'Mother Earth' due to her environmental activism. Add the Russian army and an Egyptian colonel and his army, and you have a race (that goes at breakneck pace) to find the secrets of Atlantis. I did have a few problems with the book. The hero was just a tad bit too perfect (Chiseled features and body with long black hair tied back with a leather thong....come on!), the heroine a little too high strung, and a Genreal that is a little too greedy for his own purposes. I can over look that. I do wish there was a map of the authors vision of Atlantis, it would have made the book that much more fun for me to read. All in all I highly recommend this book. Take it to the beach or anywhere hot, you'll soon be feeling the chill of Antarctica.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2006

    Felt like I'd read it before

    I wanted to enjoy this book. The premise, though done before, was interesting. Unfortunately, the characters are poorly developed, and often act in ways that don't make sense. Some plot elements are illogical- OK, many plot elements are illogical. The biggest problem was that so many elements had been done before (and done better) that the book did not feel original. The inclusion of the 'Mother Earth' character was an absurd way of connecting the Vatican to the story (which seems to have become mandatory since DaVinci Code). If you can turn off your brain and just enjoy the escape, this book is worth checking out from the library, but I wouldn't advise buying it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2006

    Don't waste your time

    This book tries to be a combination text book, tech thriller and fairy tale. It succeeds in nothing. The story line is hard to follow because there are so many useless facts thrown in that have little value except to impress the reader with the knowledge of the arthur. There is an endless parade of characters who exist to fill the pages. There is also an ample supply of descriptions of tunnels, chambers, waterfalls etc. Then Greanias wants the reader believe the absurd conclusion that the people of Atlantis were of such superior intelligence that they could control the position of the stars and planets by a remote control device. I find the only value of this book is for a class in Creative Writing to be used to demonstrate what NOT to do when writing a novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2006

    Fount It

    Raising Atlantis by Thomas Greanias is a compelling story that keeps you on your toes. The theme is to find out the final key to the origins of the human race. Conrad is one of the top archeologist in the world. Dr. Serenghetti is an ex-nun who turned enviromantal activist. Conrad is in love with Dr. Serena Serenghetti but she is not interested in him but what him and his father have been hiding from the world. Together they make a catastrophic discovery that will change the fate of the humankind. Weather satellites in space reveal 4 massive storms forming around the south pole. Antarctica is a peace ground and know military force is allowed there inless you are with the U.N. If Conrad and the others get caught they will be done. But, the world doesn't know because 3 U.S. spy satellites have disappeared from orbit. This is a great book that I believe everyone should read. Thomas Greanias uses a serious tone. Because of their catastrophic decision they are always working against time. The reader knows that they are not supposed to be there and he also knows that there are other who in fact know about their apocalyptic discovery. Another fact that the reader knows that the characters dont know is that the vatican has sent Sister Serenghetti to their discovery. The major conflict is that their decision has the humankind rested in their hands. They started it up and now they must finish it up. This is one of the best books i have ever read and i have read a lot of books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2006

    Yikes that was bad

    I'll say this much, at least it was a quick read. God knows I couldn't have stuck with it much longer. The book isn't original in that much of its ideas come from books that have already been out and been bestsellers, but that's hardly a problem, usually the author makes up for it in originality of writing through great characters, but really the characters here were very thin. Also considering the subject matter is in the public domain, I was surprised at the sheer number of facts that were just flat wrong. There are some great Atlantis books out there. This isn't one of them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2005

    there better be a sequel

    very good, couldn't put it down and definiately makes you think about things you would normally think is make believe could actually be true. the book is very convincing. just better be a sequel so conrad and serena can become more than what ever they are now.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2005

    The worst book I've ever read.

    What a disappointment, despite all of the hype. This thing is so full of holes they may as well have called it Raising Swiss Cheese. This book supposedly based on certan facts is a mish-mosh of poorly formulated ideas, horribly unarticulated characters and gross distortion of facts. Indeed, I have to believe that the author was drunk when he wrote it. Nothing else can explain this calamity, but even more disturbing, is the fact that a major publisher agreed to issue this disaster. I guess that owes to the fact the dumbing down of America has made book publishers desperate for material. This book is a total waste of money and a disgrace to literacy. Please, give us authors who have a sense of humanity and who know how to delineate their characters and how to construct a storyline. The main character is defined early on as a deconstructionist archaelogist, but he would have to go a long way to exceed the spurious deconstructionist notions of this seriously impaired author. I this is as good as it gets, no one will ever read anything ever again. I've also read it before, and much better back in February when it was called Decipher by Stel Pavlou.This book reads like someone read that and decided to rush out a bad copy. Shameless!

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