The Mayan Destiny (Mayan Trilogy, Book 3)
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US Title: Phobos: Mayan Fear - Series is also referred to as "Domain Trilogy" after US title for Book One
A dazzling look at Mayan mythology incarnate from New York Times bestselling author Steve Alten
For two thousand years, the Mayan Calendar has prophesied the end of mankind on a date equating to December 21st, 2012. As that day approaches, greed, corruption, economic collapse, and violence seem to be pushing our species to the predicted brink of disaster. But there is another Doomsday threat looming in our near future, a very real threat that can wipe-out not only humanity but our entire planet.
Phobos: Mayan Fear, Steve Alten's third book in the Mayan Prophecy series, is a doomsday rollercoaster ride of adventure that follows Immanuel Gabriel to the end of the world and back again for one last shot at salvation. During Immanuel's journey with his deceased grandfather, archaeologist Julius Gabriel, Julius reveals everything the Mayans knew and feared - from the secrets of creation that predate the Big Bang to the existence of extraterrestrials that have come to Earth to save our species.
The universe is not what it seems, nor is human existence. The ticking clock of physicality that begins at conception and terminates with our final breath is neither the end nor the beginning, but an elaborate ruse constructed as a test.
We are failing miserably.
revered prophet among the Maya. Maybe Sam really is channeling a past life?” “You’re easy on the eyes, and you seem pretty smart. Ever think about applying to medical school?” “Assuming Balam also shares Sam’s knowledge, then whatever happens on the equinox might also clue us in about how we can prevent Earth’s demise on the winter solstice. When’s your next session with Sam?” “Not for two weeks. I have to go through their staff orientation program.” “Learn all you can about this equinox
Gabriel grins like a teen given the keys to a new sports car. Thought control has revealed a 360-degree viewport, offering the four passengers a view of the diminishing Peruvian coast. Dominique squeezes Mick’s hand as they pass through the churning volcanic ash, the atmospheric tsunami polishing the Balam’s soiled hull to its original golden luster as it rocks the ship. And then they are through, the sky darkening into space. A billion stars greet them, along with the aurora borealis. Below,
Doherty and his family—my editor, Eric Raab, and his assistant (now editor) Whitney Ross. Thank you to my copy editor, M. Longbrake. My gratitude and appreciation to my personal editor, Lou Aronica at the Fiction Studio (firstname.lastname@example.org), whose advice remains invaluable, and to my literary agent, Danny Baror of Baror International, for his friendship and dedication. Thanks as well to his assistant, Heather Baror-Shapiro. A very special thanks to Dr. Steven Greer, former chairman of
energy?” “Not yet, but we’re making progress.” Randolph points out the window as they bear right onto an extension road. “Doesn’t look like it, but we just left public land and entered the Nellis Air Force Base and Area 51—a thousand square miles of restricted airspace, the entire boundary patrolled by a private security force. Locals call ’em the ‘camo dudes,’ seeing as they wear camouflage outfits and they don’t mess around. Every road and hiking trail from here on out is mined with remote
electronic sensors that can not only see and feel vibrations, but can also smell any person approaching the base. There’s a surveillance installation on Bald Mountain up ahead, plus we’ve got a dozen Sikorsky MH-60G Pave Hawks that’ll sandblast the ever-lovin’ shit out of any nosey UFO hunter.” Warning signs begin appearing more frequently. The road curves into an S bend, descending into a valley. After a few minutes they arrive at a steel perimeter fence and the gated entry of the most