{"id":252363,"date":"2026-07-13T01:59:54","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:59:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/atlantis-rising-la-banks\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:59:54","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:59:54","slug":"atlantis-rising-la-banks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/atlantis-rising-la-banks\/","title":{"rendered":"Atlantis Rising – LA Banks"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She was his joy. She was the blade that could make him bleed. She was embedded in the code of who he was and would ever be. They had come up together, had gone through it all together. But even with that, she\u2019d never been a part of Hell\u2019s infrastructure like he had, and some things he was glad she\u2019d never experienced. He knew how bad bad could really get. Knew it the same way one could tell a brother was about to pull a nine when a deal went down foul.<\/p>\n

Could feel heads about to roll, feel retaliation on the wind\u2014could taste it like an electric charge in the atmosphere, just like one could sense a lightning strike. Yeah, this was thunder and motherfucking lightning, for sure. Atlantis Rising by L.A. Banks And his gorgeous wife was carrying life within her. His lady was filled with his child, her heart open wide and about to burst because it contained so much hope. Carlos glanced around at his team brothers. Every man on the ship had something to lose.<\/p>\n

Every one of them had a beloved partner, a wife he\u2019d take a bullet for or give his last gasp of air to if\u2026when something went down. Fear was written all over their faces; his old vamp nose could smell it in their adrenaline and their sweat.<\/p>\n

But it wasn\u2019t because his warrior brothers were punks. Carlos shook his head. Nah\u2026 his boyz were scared to death that they wouldn\u2019t be able to protect that which was most precious to them\u2014not their own lives, but that of their pregnant wives. Every man on the vessel had his own world, his own universe\u2014damn the collective.<\/p>\n

Yeah, they\u2019d fight as a unit, always. That was family. But truth be told, it was about preserving the peace and safety within one\u2019s own universe. That was written on every man\u2019s face, too. That was the thing that was so dangerous. Every single brother was at max emotional capacity and ready to wig. Crazy thing was, he not only could dig it, but was right there with them, literally in the same boat.<\/p>\n

Carlos leaned against the rails, slowly shaking his head, the irony of it all making him chuckle under his breath. Damali neared him and threaded her arm around his waist, causing him to lean into her warmth and soak it all into his bones. Atlantis Rising by L.A. Banks \u201cYou okay?\u201d she murmured, leaning against his shoulder as he put his arm around her. \u201cYeah, just taking it all in,\u201d he said, deflecting her question.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2009 by L. A. Banks. All rights reserved. For information address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010. Griffin Trade Paperbacks are published by St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010. 2 Atlantis Rising by L.A. Banks Even standing on the deck of Monty\u2019s yacht, the full team of his warrior Neteru Guardian brothers and sisters standing around, for a moment there was only himself and Damali.<\/p>\n

Carlos stared at his wife. Damali was the center of his attention, the very epicenter of his universe. The fact that they were sailing into parts of the world unknown on the eve of Armageddon didn\u2019t matter. Perhaps it was because their mission to supposedly save the world was so bleak that he took liberty to wax philosophical, stealing a fraction of peace provided between the splinters of time to savor his memories of everything good that she\u2019d brought to his life.<\/p>\n

She was his world. Not this raggedy shell of blue marble spinning on its axis in grand space. Without Damali, existence would have been a wicked angry bitch\u2014it wouldn\u2019t have been living or worth a damn. 3 Atlantis Rising by L.A. Banks Light winds had begun to kick up, the breeze lifting the edges of Damali\u2019s velvety-brown dreadlocks. Change was in the air, was set on the horizon. He could feel it, knew it in his soul like he knew his name.<\/p>\n

Some things simply registered at gut level. Just like he\u2019d come from the streets, and no matter how much education or refinement he received, he\u2019d still have that back alley instinct\u2026 The same held true for his old days as a vampire. Once he\u2019d been to Hell, seated at the pentagram bargaining table and given a throne at the Council Level, some shit was just innate, even if the Light had granted him a reprieve.<\/p>\n

That was why Damali was his world. She was his joy. She was the blade that could make him bleed. She was embedded in the code of who he was and would ever be. They had come up together, had gone through it all together. But even with that, she\u2019d never been a part of Hell\u2019s infrastructure like he had, and some things he was glad she\u2019d never experienced. He knew how bad bad could really get.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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