The high priestess of Atlantis - at the seeing pool.

This haunting image, courtesy of artist, Christopher Grant. Excerpt from my novel Atlantis - available at Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com for Kindle, nook, and all ebook formats.  The magic of Atlantis continues... as Miria, the high priestess sees the imminent demise of Atlantis and ultimately struggles with a grim reality - no matter how hard she tries, she cannot save them all.

Miria leads Lenara out of the breezeway and up the goddess’s left arm. “Be careful, it can be slippery,” she says. They step carefully across the open palm, along the forearm, through the crease of the elbow, and then finally, stand perched on the goddess’s great shoulder. “This way,” Miria continues, guiding Lenara behind the goddess’s head, down a narrow path, and to a shallow pool that bubbles from an underground spring.


“What is this?” Lenara asks.

“You’ll see.”

Lenara steps to the water’s edge. “Don’t get too close,” Miria warns, as she lifts her arms to the sky and closes her eyes. For a moment, it is as if the elements of the earth pause, to re-organize themselves, then Lenara feels a tingling all over her body, as electricity accumulates in the air. A clap of thunder shakes the mountain, and a single bolt of lightning hits the pond.

An image takes form in the ripples: The Island of Atlantis sits peacefully in the middle of a vast ocean. Thunder cracks again, another strike of lightning hits the water, and the image shutters and shakes violently. Lenara covers her ears as the cries of a million terrified humans rise to a deafening level, and the island of Atlantis breaks into pieces, and falls into the sea.

The image dissolves, and Miria lets her arms drop, sweat dripping from her face. “There,” she says. “Now you see what I see.”