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À Dublin, un soir de pluie, deux hommes frappent à la porte d’Eilish Stack. Membres d’une toute nouvelle police secrète – le GNSB –, ils demandent à s’entretenir avec son mari, enseignant et syndicaliste, mais celui-ci est absent. Larry se rend au commissariat dès le lendemain, puis disparaît dans des circonstances troublantes. Tandis que le malaise s’installe peu à peu, Eilish voit son quotidien et celui de ses quatre enfants amputés d’une liberté qu’elle tenait pour acquise.

The Keiko is a ship of smugglers, soldiers of fortune and adventurers, travelling Earth's colony planets, searching for the next job. And nobody talks about their past. But when a face from Captain Ichabod Drift's former life sends them on a run to Old Earth, all the rules change. Trust will be broken, and blood will be spilled.

Darkness. Blackness. Pain. A searing pain burned deep within his core—something so painful being stabbed in the chest could never compare. It was blinding. Nauseating. Aching right into his bones. They seemed to crackle as if they were electrified. He tried to cry out, beg for help, but nothing would come out. His voice was lost, trapped in his throat by the blood and bile gurgling in his lungs. But then there was a light. Something distant, vague, but there, real and tangible.

Snow. It was everywhere. It was all she could see for as far as her sight could reach. Snow speckled with blood splatters and muddled with ash and soot. Coal black eyes stared, aimlessly drifting from one tattered body to a severed limb, and to the next. Unfazed. Unmoved. Just cold. Small hands lifted, eyes shifting to look at shaking fingers and fresh red liquid seeping between fingertips, caked under bitten-down and torn fingernails. “Blood…” The word was spoken on a single breath, the voice timid, childish, for it had come from a small, young girl who could stand no longer.

After the Great Wars devastated most of the planet, a lone soldier named Marcus wanders the world in search of a new purpose. But the world is not as he remembers, finding the land has devolved into a modern dark ages. Old countries and borders no longer exist as new orders are established in the chaos. Bandits roam the countryside murdering anyone they come across, while morals mean nothing as power is law.

Stories of the Trader and his convoy of war wagons endure in the badlands of post-holocaust America. A dealer in Deathlands' most precious commodities - weapons and fuel - Trader takes note of a young Ryan Cawdor. Surrounded in myth and rumor, Trader sets into motion the beginnings of legend at a place called Virtue Lake...At Spearpoint, the ultimate redoubt housing a valuable cache of predark technology, two opposing wills clash. Levi Shabazz intends to carve his own empire out of the vast wastelands, but the Trader intends to thwart him and end his bloody siege of power. 

Heris Serrano - formerly a commander in the Regular Space Service - must take whatever job she can get after her resignation under a cloud. What she can get is the captaincy of a rich old lady's space yacht...a rich old horsewoman, who has little liking for the military, and whose spoiled nephew Ronnie (and his equally spoiled friends) have been foisted on her after his folly embarrassed the family. Lady Cecelia's only apparent interest is horses - she intends to go fox hunting on the private pleasure planet of a friend of hers, Lord Thornbuckle. 

For years Johnny Pearl tried to escape his demons by being a gunslinger. With his killer's cool and famous pearl-handled pistol, he made a name for himself in the years following the Civil War as an outlaw. But fame has proved hollow, and Johnny finds himself on the outskirts of the Wyoming Territory, on the verge of taking his own life after one gunfight too many, until he finds redemption in the smile of Katie Small Dove.

Experience the final days of Pompeii in book two of the TimeDrifter Series. This harrowing historical fantasy unfolds through the eyes of the doomed city's inhabitants along with a trio of struggling time travelers. Their old nemesis, known as Basilius in Pompeii, charms others as he attempts to thwart their every effort. The fate of another relies on their ability to dodge Basilius's efforts and escape before time runs out for Pompeii. Will they be willing to forfeit a future for what they hold most dear?

Heris Serrano - formerly a commander in the Regular Space Service - must take whatever job she can get after her resignation under a cloud. What she can get is the captaincy of a rich old lady's space yacht...a rich old horsewoman, who has little liking for the military, and whose spoiled nephew Ronnie (and his equally spoiled friends) have been foisted on her after his folly embarrassed the family. Lady Cecelia's only apparent interest is horses - she intends to go fox hunting on the private pleasure planet of a friend of hers, Lord Thornbuckle. 

In the altered reality of the Deathlands, America's coastal waters haven't escaped the ravages of the nukecaust, but the awesome power of the oceans still rules here. It's a power that will let Ryan Cawdor, first among post-holocaust survivors, ride the crest of victory — or consign his woman to the raging depths. Emerging from a gateway on the ruins of the Georgia coastline, Ryan Cawdor and his warrior survivalists embark on a voyage up the Atlantic coast. But treachery awaits as they're beset by pirates, then a violent storm.

When a prison transport crashes, Frank Mason, space detective, heads down to the planet to catch the escapees and make a quick buck, but the prisoners have their own plans!

Everyone has their own theories about what's really going on behind the scenes of their favourite media, but Crackpot Theories is dedicated to the most insane, the most unlikely and the most baffling of theories. Be sure to wear a tinfoil hat when listening, you never know what government agents think we're getting too close to the truth...

Lewis Deathstalker and his beloved Jesamine Flowers are fugitives from the Empire, and fate has assembled a bizarre company of companions for them.