Warriors of Poseidon 01 - Atlantis Rising

by hiding like women? No, that is inapt. For your woman and her warrior sister have no thought of hiding, more's the pity.
     
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    Alaric put on a burst of more speed, as if trying to outrun thoughts of Quinn. Conlan needed to understand more about that reaction, to be sure. But there was a matter far more urgent.
     
    Alaric, what is this doom you spoke of? A second Cataclysm?
     
    But instead of answering, Alaric plunged down through the trees sparsely surrounding a vacant lot that abutted a large, ruined-looking building.
     
    A building filled with light and sound and surrounded by cars.
     
    As the priest shimmered back into his body, he threw his head and arms back, tension in every straining muscle. "The Trident is here. It calls me—taunts me. Send for the others. We have found it."
     
    Conlan, who'd been communicating their direction to Ven throughout the journey, sent the final directions through their mind link. Ven. Hurry.
     
    Ven's thoughts shot back to him like an arrow. Five minutes, tops. Then we're going to make the lord of the House of Mycenae regret the day he was born.
     
    "Five minutes, Alaric. We need to wait for the others. From the sign of the parking lot, we're seriously outnumbered."
     
    Alaric started forward, eyes gleaming in the dark. "Mostly humans," he snarled. "I can feel them. Anyway, no matter. None of them are any match for me. I will wreak Poseidon's justice upon their flesh."
     
    Conlan flashed in front of Alaric, blocking him. Barring his way. "You will wait. As your prince, I command it. If you are destroyed through a fluke of superior numbers, what hope is left for Atlantis?"
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    Alaric's face was savage. No trace of Conlan's boyhood friend shone through the vicious intent on his face. "Out of my way, prince. This is the work of a god, and you may not countermand me in my goal."
     
    "Not as prince, perhaps. But as your friend?" Conlan put out a hand to grasp the priest's arm.
     
    The light from Alaric's eyes burned where it touched Conlan's face, but he held his ground.
     
    Alaric yanked his arm away, lifted his hands to call power, and bands of wind jerked Conlan off his feet and onto the ground. He battled with the element of wind to try to rise.
     
    Alaric merely stared down at him, face like stone. "I have no friends."
     
    And then he strode across the field toward the blazing windows of the warehouse.

Chapter 28
    Anubisa sneered at the bowed head of the so-called master vamp. Her father-husband would writhe in shame were he to see the diluted blood of their race.
     
    Lucky for all that she'd killed Chaos when she had. She thought back to his death with sorrow.
     
    Sorrow that it could never be repeated.
     
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    The sheer, soul-destroying ecstasy of ripping out her incestuous lover's jugular as he climaxed inside of her. His impotent rage as his seed and his blood flowed out of his cock and his neck into her.
     
    He'd made her a goddess of death, and she'd eaten his soul. So fitting, somehow.
     
    But now she was left with this pale imitation of greatness who dared to try to lead.
     
    "The fissure in the natural fabric of the elements? Did you not feel it, fool?"
     
    He cringed at her feet, not man enough to face her. "I did feel it, Exalted One. What would you have me do?"
     
    She almost gently swung out one silk-shod foot and kicked him with enough force to hurl his body through the air. He smashed into the wall of his chamber and slid down to the floor. Nearly boneless.
     
    Useless.
     
    "Rise, you pathetic sack of worm dung. What I would have you do is track it down and find these Atlanteans who dare to disturb the elements." Rage fired her eyes to a flaming red and she barely felt the blood trickling down her face from her retinas.
     
    "And take Drakos with you. I think he may have some of the sense that you so clearly lack."
     
    "But—"
     
    She stilled, and the air in the chamber dropped to a temperature frigid enough to freeze human blood. So. This was what rage felt like. It had been centuries since she'd elevated her mood beyond lethargy.
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    "You question me?" she asked, her voice a whisper of torrid death.
     
    "Never," he gasped, pulling himself off the floor.
     
    "Find the Atlanteans. Now. And I may