New World's Dawn: the epic of the Peopling of the Americas (New Worlds Without End Book 1)
Book Details
Author(s)Carl Sanders
ISBN / ASINB00MMQYWEK
ISBN-13978B00MMQYWE2
Sales Rank1,705,725
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
This is the historical horror epic of the Peopling of America.
The Maya, the Andean civilizations, the Teotihucanos, the Mexica, Norse, Castellanos and more: those who came before and fathered those who shall come after us.
Called from the world’s four corners, they came—from the incredibly distant and empty west of Oceania; the frightening void of the frozen steppes of the far northwest; from the trapped, dying Norse culture on Greenland; from the East, with its recently liberated Iberian Peninsula; from the green tropical forests of the South—Called, they came.
Fleeing eco-catastrophe on islands grown too small to support their numbers (Easter Island, Great Britain, Greenland...) they voyage toward the future.
Opposing forces Call them to be One and on the other hand to be uniquely Individual. To the summoned voices of their dead ancestors, they listen; to the future they, in turn, speak.
From Teotihuacan to Cahokia, from Copan to Chaco Canyon, they build (and destroy) great cities with pyramids that tower skyward. Sharing a part of themselves through drug-induced dreams, they soar and prowl beyond their mortal frames.
On ships high as houses, they sail and conquer, supplanting at sword-point ancient and doomed Civilizations.
E pluribus unum. From many, the One.
But there is an older force at work, a hidden design slowly revealing itself over millennia: a Lineage of Blood containing a secret concealed even from itself.
When one world falls, another rises. When worlds collide...
The Maya, the Andean civilizations, the Teotihucanos, the Mexica, Norse, Castellanos and more: those who came before and fathered those who shall come after us.
Called from the world’s four corners, they came—from the incredibly distant and empty west of Oceania; the frightening void of the frozen steppes of the far northwest; from the trapped, dying Norse culture on Greenland; from the East, with its recently liberated Iberian Peninsula; from the green tropical forests of the South—Called, they came.
Fleeing eco-catastrophe on islands grown too small to support their numbers (Easter Island, Great Britain, Greenland...) they voyage toward the future.
Opposing forces Call them to be One and on the other hand to be uniquely Individual. To the summoned voices of their dead ancestors, they listen; to the future they, in turn, speak.
From Teotihuacan to Cahokia, from Copan to Chaco Canyon, they build (and destroy) great cities with pyramids that tower skyward. Sharing a part of themselves through drug-induced dreams, they soar and prowl beyond their mortal frames.
On ships high as houses, they sail and conquer, supplanting at sword-point ancient and doomed Civilizations.
E pluribus unum. From many, the One.
But there is an older force at work, a hidden design slowly revealing itself over millennia: a Lineage of Blood containing a secret concealed even from itself.
When one world falls, another rises. When worlds collide...
