A novelette.
THE TERRIFYING PROLOGUE TO KRONOS RISING
Barreling along a hundred feet beneath the surface, the giant
predator gained swiftly on its prey. Fifty yards ahead, a school of
chrome-colored fish fled terror-stricken before it. Measuring close to
twenty feet in length, the enormous descendants of the prehistoric fish
Xiphactinus audax were, themselves, top predators, each tipping the
scales at over three thousand pounds. Compared to the whale-sized
nightmare that pursued them, however, the toothy, tarpon-like creatures
were little more than a snack.
Before the nightmare that would become KRONOS RISING was unleashed, it was first contained in... DIABLO.
Nestled off the coast of Cuba and shielded by impenetrable reefs of
razor-sharp rock, stands Diablo Caldera. To the rest of the world, the
extinct, bowl-shaped volcano is hardly worth exploring. But the caldera
has a secret. Its isolated saltwater lake has remained untouched since
the fall of the dinosaurs.
Inside this hellish aquarium are the deadliest marine predators the
world has ever seen. Imprisoned behind towering walls of volcanic rock
since the Cretaceous, and warded by a mysterious race, Diablo’s savage
inmates rule with flipper and fang the only world they have ever known.
But something is about to change. The prison that is Diablo is
beginning to fail, and soon it will unleash into the unsuspecting
Atlantic a primeval fury the likes of which it has never before known.
It is one hundred tons of death. And it likes to eat.
