Bøker av Edwin Woolsey

Although fraught with several unexplained accidents, the heavy machines gradually slid the massive monolith from the cavern into the fading light.A little past noon, towering clouds were building above the arid Judean hills. It was very unusual to see a storm bank of this size in such a dry desert climate. However, the darkness was pervasive, eclipsing the sun behind monstrous black thunderheads. As the sudden squall hit Atara's camp, the dining tent was instantly ripped from its moorings. Sharp panels of metal from the demolished trailers began slicing through gray sheets of blinding rain. Brilliant flashes of frayed lightning tore the air. The only place of refuge left for the scientific team was the dismal cavity of Dudael. Scrambling madly for the entrance, scientists, diggers, dirt carriers, cooks, drivers and everyone else... cautiously cringed into the dim foreboding hole that was once the Cave of the Winds.The lamps weakly flickered as the generators outside the cave begrudgingly coughed and died... leaving a heavy dark silence! Intending to find shelter within the deep passage, the team members were immediately lost to the despairing blackness of the cavern's gloom. Where the monolith had been, now the whispering chirping singsong of the Ravenrobes filled the quiet recesses of the tomb. Even without seeing their attackers, the helpless victims realized too late... they were not alone! The rasp of feathered wings joined the rustling murmur of tattered ebony shrouds. Relentlessly writhing from the abyss, a loathsome hoard crept along the floor toward the doomed prey. The Watchers were very close now!

Haon watched in horror as dark pillars of smoke rose along the Eastern Frontier. Thes' son knew his cousin's attack on the Nephilim had failed in the Lowlands of Don. Now, as the Adama retreated back into the Highlands, the Chimera followed them through the foothills and over the escarpments of the Forbidden Range. Added to the havoc of guerrilla infiltration, an organized invasion at the edge of the Borderland was setting Nede ablaze. The question plaguing Haon's mind was whether or not Hale-suthem still lived. According to Chone's prophecy, the final cataclysm could not begin until the Warlord was dead. Overhead, a darkness was growing around the blazing star. Although the object was becoming larger and brighter, a rapidly expanding halo of night was spreading in all directions where the air was blown away. As the last group of animals disappeared inside the deck-house, Haon hurriedly locked the wide doors. Then, as a reverberating roar filled the air, the man raced along the ramp to cut the moorings. Suddenly, a blinding flash of fire tore through the sky as the burning object passed directly overhead trailing a smoky tail. The monstrous boat began to list and slide as the pinnacle of Ishah's Rock tumbled. Locked in the belly of the giant ship, the panicking animals bellowed in fear. The children's desperate cries mixed with the beastly noises, while Toleda's voice pleaded, "Haon? Are you still alive? Lord Theos! Please help us!" Roaring above the frightened creatures' incessant din, the horrendous wave broke against the mountain's slope. The driven spray pummeled the roof of the deck-house. Then diverted through the open channel of Low Pass, the churning torrent tore into the hollows of the Great Basin. Quickly filling the bottoms, the deluge began to rise.