Boiling Isles Novels & Stories

harvested from the remnants of Solis’s guard. "The trajectory is clear, but the environment is... statistically impossible," Nathaniel said, his voice strained as he pointed to the southern reaches of the map. "To reach the South-East, we must cross the Boiling Belt. It’s a five-hundred-mile stretch where the tectonic rifts have remained open since the Solar Purge. The water temperature is 100°C at the surface, and the atmosphere is a pressurized wall of superheated steam." "We aren't just sailing a ship, Nathaniel," I said, my violet-shadow eyes tracing the jagged coastline of the Dry Land. "We’re sailing a furnace. If the kinetic cooling fails for a second, the Ark becomes an oven."

There were bigger problems than the past to deal with. Cassie was still staring at the floor, clearly not happy about Tyler shouting at her. Tyler took the lead instead. “Stroma is an island off the coast of the most northern point of Scotland. It’s only a few miles from the coast, but the current there is really dangerous. The island has cliffs on nearly every side and it is difficult to get there even by boat. Let alone swimming the distance.” He threw a look over his shoulder at Cassie.

BOOK FOUR: THE ABYSSAL TIDE (Jace’s Perspective) Physics dictates that when water boils, it expands. When you flash-boil millions of gallons of freezing, high-pressure seawater in a fraction of a second, it doesn't just expand. It explodes. The sound was like the sky tearing open.

Isabel instructed the last group of warriors as soon as they were outside. “Yes, alpha!” They chorused in reply, positioning themselves around the house. “Come with me.” Isabel said. The statement was directed at Xavi. He followed Isabel as she jogged towards the war zone. The distinctive metallic smell of blood hit her nostrils the moment she got there. Xavi wasted no second in shifting into his wolf form and charging at a rogue that was running towards them. Without bothering to shift into her wolf form, Isabel ripped out the throats of rogues lunging in her direction. It was faster and easier that way as she didn’t want to engage in meaningless combats with these filthy rogues.

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

"I can understand that prices in tourist areas are a bit higher than usual, but this price of yours is outrageous. Do you think we will buy it?" "If you don't want to buy it, you don't have to. We deal with willing customers. I can't force you to buy it if you don't want to." The salesman was used to customers complaining. He exchanged a quick glance with Carson, who stood at the entrance of the bus, and grinned at Alexander. "You don't want to buy it now because you're not thirsty. Soon you'll know the power of this island." Beneath the island was a dead volcano. The geothermal heat moved up and heated the atmosphere. Under these circumstances, the human body would consume water very quickl

Hunter quickly realized that Lucille didn't want to miss out on any possibilities. Indeed, that assumption was plausible because those barbarians would do anything. He simply hadn't expected his casual remark to enlighten her. Daisy was confused. "I remember an article reporting that there are 13 islands. Why only target eight of them?" Hunter was similarly perplexed. Lucille explained, "Because underneath the remaining five islands are volcanoes that could erupt at any moment. Therefore, they can't build their new base there."

"That depends who you appoint. We do have a shortlist of suitable candidates though, but in the meantime, the island is secure so it's not an immediately pressing concern." A thought struck Mark. "Is that why this boat's so kick-ass, but only used as a ferry?" Jasmine smiled, pleased that he'd made the connection. "If we're on the water, then we're vulnerable, so the boat has the power to get us far away from any threats very quickly, and if there's any we can't outrun, then Captain Wales and his crew are more than capable of fighting off any threats. He's an ex SEAL. So are his crew."

The border of the Black Forest, Isaiah and his band went to protect the eastern side of the sea in order to catch those trying to escape through it. “Isaiah, look at the water, it is boiling and evaporating. One of his collaborators on the boat they were guarding the eastern exit shouted, and Isaiah stared at the water in astonishment, feeling a thick shiver crossing under his skin, which must have been the effect of the fires that Arn made inside the cave.

He throws the two sticks onto the pile and even before I can sit down, Suilen has a roaring fire. "Thanks," he says, taking the bowl of seawater from me. Placing it over the fire, Suilen then takes the second big bowl and places that bowl above the seawater, covering it. "There. These leaves are able to survive extreme heat, meaning the fire won't burn them. The fire will instead boil the seawater, turning it into steam. The steam will collect on top and once it does, we can pour it into the smaller bowl. We should have drinkable water in a few hours."