When adventurers Bastin, Bickley, and Arbuthnot are marooned on a South Sea island, they discover two Atlanteans in a state of suspended animation. One of the awakened sleepers, Lord Oro, is a superman — the last king of the Sons of Wisdom, who’d relied on hyper-advanced technology to subjugate the planet’s lesser peoples. The other is Oro’s sexy daughter, Yva… who falls in love with Arbuthnot. Using astral projection, Lord Oro visits London and the battlefields of the Western Front. Why? To determine whether or not he should once again employ an infernal chthonic machine to drown the worthless human race, as he’d done 250,000 years earlier! Fun fact: One of the few SF tales by the author of King Solomon’s Mines and She. Reissued by HiLoBooks, with an Introduction by James Parker, who writes “Boom and bang go the Zeppelin bombs over the fields of Norfolk, whump and crump, while in the cellar of the large house the distinguished author shelters distinguishedly with his family and staff. His days of conquest are over and his lungs hurt. But the world is shaking, shaking, and within himself he detects, yes, a quickening of the ancient juices…”
Description When adventurers Bastin, Bickley, and Arbuthnot are marooned on a South Sea island, they discover two Atlanteans in a state of suspended animation. One of the awakened sleepers, Lord Oro, is a superman — the last king of the Sons of Wisdom, who’d relied on hyper-advanced technology to subjugate the planet’s lesser peoples. The other is Oro’s sexy daughter, Yva… who falls in love with Arbuthnot. Using astral projection, Lord Oro visits London and the battlefields of the Western Front. Why? To determine whether or not he should once again employ an infernal chthonic machine to drown the worthless human race, as he’d done 250,000 years earlier! Fun fact: One of the few SF tales by the author of King Solomon’s Mines and She. Reissued by HiLoBooks, with an Introduction by James Parker, who writes “Boom and bang go the Zeppelin bombs over the fields of Norfolk, whump and crump, while in the cellar of the large house the distinguished author shelters distinguishedly with his family and staff. His days of conquest are over and his lungs hurt. But the world is shaking, shaking, and within himself he detects, yes, a quickening of the ancient juices…”
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