The Gods Of Atlantis Had Been Awakened They were to usher in a time of peace and plenty for the Izon - those who had raised the Gods from eons of slumber. Instead, the Clan found themselves enslaved and tormented, treated as filthy, stupid animals. Now they must fight their own Gods to survive. But what good were knives and spears against beings who could melt mountains? They had to find a way or face complete annihilation. Cronus, Lord Father of the Atlanteans, knew the soul-numbing truth of the Izon and hated them for their ancestry and for their prophecy of doom for all of Atlantis. Yet Cronus must not only fight the Izon and those within the Titans who would usurp him, but his own growing madness. "Morpheus! Where are you?" Haleah screamed over and over. Haleah, Keeper of the Izon, hung limp, her body broken and twisted. Her dislocated shoulders, the muscles stretched and torn beyond repair. Her knees bowed, unable to rise on the balls of her useless feet. Dark brown, dried blood coated the remnants of her dress torn open from the collar down to the jagged strips lying limply against her kneecaps. The knees had been broken, shattered repeatedly by the blows of a heavy metal hammer. How many times had she screamed out her agony at the sickening sound of joints cracking, bones breaking? A thick, ugly pool of her own hot, streaming blood formed at her feet, staining her repeatedly crushed toes. Knives had pierced every inch of her soft skin, tracing tattooed designs conceived by the sick, twisted mind of her tormentor. Large, odd shaped patches of her flesh were ripped away by rough implements with jagged edges and holes being pulled down her twisting, howling body. She wanted only to fall into the darkness of death. But, the Other would not let her. Not yet. No, not yet. Colony - Blood Kin, Book Three in the Continuing Saga of Earth's First Civilization!