Atlantis Lost (Atlantis Saga)

Atlantis Lost (Atlantis Saga)

Everyone has heard that the once-great island of Atlantis was destroyed . . . but who can tell you how it was created? The thrilling conclusion to the Atlantis trilogy by New York Times bestselling author T.A. Barron! The veil between the Spirit Realm and the mortal world has fallen, and the evil lord Narkazan is primed to claim the magical Starstone for himself once and for all. But when tragedy befalls Promi's newly reunited family, he knows that he can't let Narkazan ruin everything his parents held dear. With his friends beside him, Promi battles Narkazan in the Spirit Realm, to ensure that the Starstone remains safe from Narkazan's mortal followers. But how far will Promi have to go to keep the world and the people he loves safe?   This action-packed conclusion to the Atlantis trilogy will have readers railing against fate as they say goodbye to their beloved magical island. Praise for Atlantis Lost : "Good and evil contrast starkly in this lush fantasy world populated with unicorns, wind lions, wyverns, dragons, mistwraiths, and human folk."— VOYA   Praise for  Atlantis in Peril : "Barron’s trademark fast-paced action with a twist of humor will pull readers along."— School Library Journal Praise for  Atlantis Rising : "An inventive and entertaining story."— Publishers Weekly   "Fans of Barron’s many books about Merlin will find much to enjoy here, as will those who loved of Rick Riordan’s “Percy Jackson” books."— School Library Journal   "A fun, thrill ride of an adventure, this should be a big hit with fans of Barron, Paolini, and Riordan."— VOYA  Praise for  Atlantis Lost : "Good and evil contrast starkly in this lush fantasy world populated with unicorns, wind lions, wyverns, dragons, mistwraiths, and human folk."— VOYA Praise for  Atlantis in Peril : "Barron’s trademark fast-paced action with a twist of humor will pull readers along."— School Library Journal Praise for  Atlantis Rising : "An inventive and entertaining story."— Publishers Weekly   "Fans of Barron’s many books about Merlin will find much to enjoy here, as will those who loved of Rick Riordan’s “Percy Jackson” books."— School Library Journal   "A fun, thrill ride of an adventure, this should be a big hit with fans of Barron, Paolini, and Riordan."— VOYA  T.A. Barron (www.tabarron.com) is the  New York Times  bestselling author of the Young Merlin Saga, the Heartlight Saga, the Atlantis trilogy,  Tree Girl ,  The Hero's Trail,  and many picture books. He lives in Colorado with his family. @TABarronAuthor Rage and Ruin   Narkazan’s scream of rage erupted from his lair near the spirit realm’s Caverns of Doom. The scream was so loud—and so malicious—that it shattered several enormous icicles hanging from the frozen cloud that hid his lair. Of the icicles that remained intact, many turned a vengeful shade of crimson; others started to drip not water . . . but blood.   His face, narrow as an ax blade, scowled at the pair of mistwraiths who hovered before him. He shook his head, making his battered black earring clink ominously against one of his tusks. As red as those tusks were, they paled next to the fiery centers of his eyes.   “Escape!” he snarled. “You allowed that miserable, meddling son of Sammelvar to break in here—and then escape!”   The mistwraiths trembled fearfully, their forms quaking like shadows within shadows. That was highly unusual, since normally it was the role of the mistwraiths to make everyone else quake with fright. Everyone, that is, except their brutal master, Narkazan. He knew exactly how to punish them with excruciating pain—and, if he chose, to eliminate them completely.   As the warrior spirit glared at them, both mistwraiths crackled with black sparks. Hovering just above the floor like living blots of darkness, they slid slowly backward until they pressed against the vaporstone wall of the lair. For a long moment, they remained there, held by Narkazan’s gaze.   “He even killed one of your company—how, I cannot imagine,” Narkazan rasped angrily. “Not only that. He freed my prisoner, his sister the Seer.”   He waved a bony hand at the empty room that had served as Jaladay’s prison cell. “Her skill at seeing the future would have proved useful in the coming battles.”   A low growl came from his throat, echoing in the chamber. “Worst of all, he made off with my scrolls—my battle plans! How,” Narkazan demanded, “am I supposed to conduct my War of Glory with those detailed plans now in the hands of my sworn enemy?”   Bravely, one of the mistwraiths slid forward, spraying black sparks on the floor. Though it still trembled with fright, it managed to make a sound that combined harsh crackling and strangled gurgling.   Clearly surprised, Narkazan listened intently. Then, in a much quieter voice, he said, “I suppose you’re right. How could I expect you to have stopped him when you weren’t even here when he broke in?”   The mistwraith sighed with a shower of sparks. It trembl