Antarktos Rising Synopsis: A phenomenon known as crustal displacement shifts the Earth’s crust, repositioning continents and causing countless deaths. In the wake of the global catastrophe, the world struggles to take care of its displaced billions. But Antarctica, freshly thawed and blooming, has emerged as a new hope. Rather than wage a world war no nation can endure, the leading nations devise a competition, a race to the center of Antarctica, with the three victors dividing the continent. It is within this race that Mirabelle Whitney, one of the few surviving experts on the continent, grouped with an American special forces unit, finds herself. But the dangers awaiting the team are far worse than feared; beyond the sour history of a torn family, beyond the nefarious intentions of their human enemies, beyond the ancient creatures reborn through anhydrobiosis-there are the Nephilim. The world races to claim a new continent, only to find it already taken. – Goodreads Synopsis
Antarktos Rising Review
I generally like books from Jeremy Robinson. I’m not a huge fan, but mostly I know when I pick up one of his books, it’ll be a few hours spent pleasantly enough. I don’t even mind some Christian Fiction (ie: Left Behind Series). However, Antarktos Rising is annoying, so annoying that when I finished it, I did a happy dance of pure relief and ecstasy. While its not mindbogglingly bad (I’m thinking of some self-published Amazon book with no plot, multiple errors that should have at least been caught by spellcheck), finishing it was one of the most difficult book-related things I’ve done.
Why? Because it was almost good. Because it could have been good, and yet, by halfway through the book, you knew it was never actually going to get good.
Why? Because (I think) Jeremy Robinson obviously couldn’t make up his mind if he wanted to write a bloody sermon or a thriller, so he did some half-assed job of cobbling together one of each, and slapping the “Antarktos Rising” label on it.
My hopes would slowly rise as I read, thinking “Yes, yes, this is good.” and then WHAM! Outta nowhere, lets pause the book for a solid five minutes (I listened to the audible version) whilst one of our ‘characters’ goes on a thinly veiled sermon. Don’t get me wrong, its not religion being mentioned in Antarktos Rising that bothers me. Its how badly it was done in this book. Then, after the sermon was over, action would resume. The action parts – whilst not his best ever – were not bad. In fact, without all the proselytizing, I probably would have rated the book higher.
The other reason the continuous religious mentions bother me is this: “there are the Nephilim.” That is literally the only clue the blurb gives that you are going to be thrust into a religious-fueled fantasy. Otherwise, it sounds like your standard action/thriller.
I wanted to read a solid action/thriller novel from an author I respected. Instead, I got…got….got…whatever in the world you’d call Antarktos Rising.
I managed to finish the book, but it was sheer stubbornness. I’m now scared to pick up any more Robinson books without having at least 15 minutes to read various parts to make sure he’s not going to pull an Antarktos Rising on me again.