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New York Times bestselling author James Rollins dives far beneath the waves into unimaginable peril in this classic tale of action and adventure.
Ex-Navy SEAL Jack Kirkland surfaces from an aborted underwater salvage mission to find Earth burning. Solar flares have triggered a series of gargantuan natural disasters. Earth-quakes and hellfire rock the globe. Air Force One has vanished from the skies with America's president on board.
Now, with the United States on the narrow brink of a nuclear apocalypse, Kirkland must pilot his oceangoing exploration ship, Deep Fathom, on a desperate mission miles below the ocean's surface. There, devastating secrets await him--and a power an ancient civilization could not contain that has been cast out into modern day, where it will forever alter a world that's already racing toward its own destruction.
See why the Providence Journal-Bulletin calls James Rollins "the modern master of the action thriller" with this classic Rollins tale.
So rich, in fact, it’s capable of being magnetic.” “Really?” “You remember the strange magnetization of Air Force One’s metal parts. The same thing happens to basalt when it comes in close contact with the energized crystal. When powered, the crystal is able to emit a strange magnetizing energy.” “So how does this magnetization make the mass of the rock change?” “The mass doesn’t change. Only its weight.” “You lost me.” Charlie frowned. “You’ve been in space.” “So?” “In space you’re
New York before the end of the week.” The man nodded vigorously. “Of course.” Karen glanced to the brightening skies. “Miyuki, we really must be going. The press ship is scheduled to leave any minute.” “I can take you to the marina. I’m heading toward the bay anyway.” “Thank you, Harry,” Miyuki said. “If you can take us as far as Pier Four, that would be wonderful.” She smiled brightly at him, then turned to Karen, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.” Led by the sailor,
manipulated the remote’s shuttle, slowing the recording. Jack watched the spire slow its spin as the submersible finished its circuit. Charlie stopped the video just as the sub’s xenon headlamps began to swing away. Jack remembered this was the moment when he had turned back to continue his search for the black boxes. He had been looking elsewhere and missed what his camera picked up next. With the light cast at an angle across the nearest plane of the obelisk, slight imperfections could be
morphine glaze to Tom Elliot’s eyes, but the man remained remarkably alert and sharp. One-handed, he shuffled through the ream of printouts atop the table. “It’s too early to get any clear answers, but it appears the entire Pacific Rim was affected. Reports are coming in from as far south as New Zealand and as far north as Alaska. Also from Japan and China in the east, and from the entire western coast of Central and South America.” “And the United States? Any further word?” Tom’s face grew
“I’ll contact Commander Spangler immediately and begin the operation.” Nafe pushed to his feet. “But, Nick, after we set things in motion tomorrow, no one must know about this. No one.” “Don’t worry, Mr. President. Commander Spangler will lock everything down tight. He has never failed me.” Nafe swung around his desk and settled into the executive chair once again. “He had better not.” 8:12 P.M., Deep Fathom, Central Pacific Jack and the Deep Fathom’s crew sat around the table in the