Atlantis, the queen’s parlor adjacent to the throne room, February 28th “Demons! Demons! DEMONS!”   The noise of shouting and the sound of pounding feet raced down the corridor toward them, and the ceremonial guard at the door looked in at Conlan.   “Sire?”   Just as he spoke, the warning bells, which had been silent for more than eleven thousand years, started pealing great, thunderous claps of sound, telling Atlanteans to beware, take cover, take up arms, stand ready!   King Conlan, whose ancestor had ruled in that long-ago catastrophic … READ FULL POST