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Seventeen-year-old Craig Blackmore is a first generation child of Golf Alpha One-One-Seven, AKA Greenacres, the heavy gravity and magic starved world that humanity chose as its first colony. Eighteen years after the Vorsook war ended, young Craig is newly orphaned, a fugitive from trouble, and bound for Earth to take a legacy spot at College Arcane. With a scant hope of leaving his troubles behind him, Craig begins life on the home world at the same school his mother once attended. The same school that produced the most powerful witch ever—Declan O'Carroll—the Steward.

The fleet manages to catch the Squirrel responsible for the horrible things they've seen recently. That should be a good thing, shouldn't it? Turns out it's only the beginning of their troubles, as their journey to collect a bounty on him turns into an adventure. Follow along as Bob and the fleet get the best of the situation.

Benvenuti nel terzo livello di Dungeon Crawler World: Terra. Benvenuti nella Città di Sopra, una megalopoli un tempo fiorente e ora devastata da una calamità misteriosa. Le sue strade, però, non sono deserte: tra le rovine si aggira un circo di non-morti, creature alate sorvegliano i cieli, dalle nuvole scende una pioggia di cadaveri, e un antico incantesimo sta per abbattersi su ogni cosa.

Brad Mendoza always wanted to be an admiral, but now that he’s been promoted, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. In fact, it’s downright stressful. So when he flees his responsibilities to go chase down some slavers, he’s hoping for a nice, relaxing mission with his new wife and their ragtag crew. But the man they’re chasing isn’t who they think he is, and Brad and Jessica soon learn that they’re the prey, not the hunters. Now, Brad has to defeat an enemy who’s better armed, better funded, and deadset on killing him and the love of his life.

Welcome to my world—I’m Allie Nighthawk, a flat-broke zombie hunter with more attitude than cash. When I roll back into Cincinnati, I’m hoping for a fresh start. Instead, I land knee-deep in not one but two murders, a mess of mayhem, and more zombies than you can shake a machete at. The good guys? They might not be so good. And the blast from my past? Yeah, he’s back—and not exactly bringing flowers.

Ever since his own reality on Earth was destroyed by a demented supervillainess and her mad scientist dad, eighteen-year-old Martin Kilbourne's life has been, well, complicated. Sure, there are the usual issues, like otherworldly bullies seeking to literally destroy him, jealous girlfriends planning either his wedding or his demise, and constant threats of public execution. But those inconveniences pale in comparison to his main goal: to bring world-ending destruction to everyone who's wronged him.

Carrie Hatchett’s been a dog walker, ice cream seller and birthdaygram girl—the clean kind. All she wants is a proper job. But Transgalactic Intercultural Community Crisis Liaison Officer isn’t what she had in mind. And neither is saving the galaxy.

WORMS GONE WILD! It’s 1998, and the town of Demise, North Dakota, is recovering from the Meteor Murders, hundreds of deaths caused by alien worms but blamed on a mass poisoning by a doomsday cult. While nineteen-year-old Realene’s heroic actions saved the lives of many, she wants nothing more than to hide from the world and mourn the ones she couldn’t save. When a second half of the meteor is found north of the border where her best friend Nate is on a spring break trip, she’ll have to face her fears and venture into Canada to find him.

Carrie’s impulsive, reckless nature gets her in trouble again, and if she wants to keep her job as a Transgalactic Intercultural Community Crisis Liaison Officer, she has to pass remedial training. Little does she know that her survival and the future of the galactic empire are also at stake. With the help of her level-headed bestie, Dave, and her fellow alien trainees—an intelligent slug, a mysterious box, a large green blob, and a cylinder of hair—she might just succeed. But so much stands in her way.

In the aftermath of a devastating pandemic that transformed half the world's population into undead "Zits," Elaine and her band of survivors continue their struggle for existence in a radically altered America. Having established their fortified castle compound, they now face new threats as organized militia groups led by the ruthless Jack and Yan begin targeting survivor communities. Family and friends come together to fight for what is theirs in love and life. See how they once again DIY THE APOCALYPSE.

Successful traders Jake and Nadine are ready for some well-deserved relaxation when they return to Delta. But the shocking news of Dashi’s death throws them both into turmoil. Who killed Dashi? How? Why? And most importantly, how are they going to punish them? Does Jake have the smarts to not only find the killer, but also punish them in a well deserved Jake fashion? And what about Nadine’s feelings – she keeps those sharp knives for a reason.

Hey so, nobody panic or anything, but it looks like something might be wrong with Ellis’s artificial intelligence programs. And when we say wrong, we mean, they are working a lot better now! Like, insanely better! As in, they’re working the way Ellis always said they should be working, only they never actually did work like that, but we all agreed that this was okay and sort of just accepted that it wouldn’t be getting any better. Only now it’s better! We would love to ask someone at Ellis about this, but nobody’s answering the phone over there.

This is the story of Captain Space Hardcore and his trusty manservant Ebeneezer Funkworthy, who find themselves tangled up in the Machiavellian power games of the Royal court of Aplubia: an alien culture who are as averse to breaded goods as they are to non-intrigue!

Chester Clink, serial killer extraordinaire, has struck again, dumping the body of a young blonde woman in the town square to tease Grave into action—and distraction.

Heya, friend. Rusty here. Believe it or not, me and Mike swapped our eighteen-wheeler for a spaceship. And she's a real beauty… if you like fixer-uppers. The old girl's got landing gear that squeals like a cat playin' violin, plumbing like a Las Vegas fountain show, and more loose screws than a nuthouse. But to us, she's perfect. A diamond in the rough, ready to be polished up with some elbow grease and TLC. And maybe a few prayers to Saint MacGyver.