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A tragic event causes the dominos to start falling, leaving Alaska isolated—cut off from the rest of the world. The vast majority leave, but some are left behind with nothing. No power. No food. No water. Nothing. One family has no choice. They are on the wrong side of the dividing line, finding themselves on the inside looking out with no idea when help is coming.

They say that behind every great man is a great woman…but what if that woman is a Werewolf? Terry’s war against the Forsaken drags on, until he finds that the elusive Mister Smith has been playing chess while TH had been playing football. Where there’s one Forsaken, there's more. When one falls, another rises to take its place. Will Terry Henry Walton's war against the Forsaken ever end?

They say that behind every great man is a great woman...but what if that woman is a Werewolf? The Forsaken have gone into hiding, and Terry sends the Force de Guerre's tactical teams on missions around the globe to root the evil ones out. When Ted can no longer keep the pod flying, things heat up quickly in a race to corner and finish Mister Smith.

The Blaze are getting their direction and technology from those who had driven the Progenitors from the galaxy. The Vestrall. Leviathan takes his select humans to the frontlines in Earth's war with the Blaze Collective to collect intelligence on where to find the Vestrall. The Blaze aren't forthcoming. They go farther, a thousand light-years behind enemy lines to a planet that used to be important. It's no longer the home of the Vestrall, but of a biomechanical race that is little more than drones.

After the main shipyard is heavily damaged, the enemy advances with a fresh offensive, and losses are piling up with no hope of building replacements. How can the surviving fleet stand up to the new onslaught? The Paragon have been weakened, but they still outnumber the humans. And now they're angry. Relics of the past. Mothballed ships and forgotten warriors, waiting for their names to be called again. The ship from a war fought long ago. Glory as a paradigm for the future.

The ship survived, but over time, the original crew died out. Their children were left to continue the fight for their home against their sworn enemy, the vicious alien Malibor. They’ve lived their whole lives in space. Their idea of heaven is open air, blue skies, and the quiet of peace. But they'll never have that if they don't take it by force.

It's been 20 years since the fall, the destruction the world brought on itself. Can Terry Henry Walton, enhanced as he is, help bring civilization back as he seeks to atone for previous actions?

Civilization has returned to humanity and brought with it the vices of the civilized. The fight for the end begins as petty power seeks to fill vacuums. From China to Chicago to New York City, Terry and Char are fighting for their lives. The FDG, Vampires, Weres, Michael, and Valerie all collide in this epic climax to the Terry Henry Walton Chronicles. When the finish line isn't the finish at all, but the start of something new. It's a whole new battle, one for the future of mankind. Terry's just not sure where it will be fought.

A crime against all—stealing one's life blood. It prolongs life! It gives strength and power. Such exotic luxuries come at a high price. Those who have been drained? "Donors" but not quite volunteers. That's why they're kidnapped, never to be heard from again. Taken from their families and removed from existence. Who would do such a thing? Do the ones paying for this blood know where it comes from?

In this anthology, you'll find 17 tales of conflict and heroism, exploration and discovery, endurance and triumph. Flee the apocalypse of modern-day Earth, fly a fighter in the cold emptiness of deep space, and find new life on the distant shores of an alien world. You might even discover something about yourself as each author opens a window on the soul of mankind.  

Rivka Anoa has a gift and a galactic mandate. She's a lawyer accused of a murder she did commit. She stands ready to accept her fate, even though her victim was a murderer. A second chance appears. Become more than a lawyer. Be one who judges and punishes the guilty. Could she look herself in the mirror after meting out justice? She's about to find out. Rivka heads to space to be the Judge, Jury, & Executioner. Criminals have nowhere to go.

Glory barely survived its last battle twenty years ago. Captain Drake resigned rather than face court martial. But the enemy is back, and humanity needs everything that can fly. Maybe it’s not the ship at all but the crew. They hold the key. Drake rallies old and young alike to comply with orders so secret even he wasn’t allowed to see them until after the ship left the junkyard. Would it leave? That was another question. The core hadn’t been fired in twenty years.

A derelict warship, ancient but still alive. A small team of humans fighting for all humanity. Built for a time when the races were just finding their way to the stars, finding that they could dominate others. The galactic conquests created the arms race and the ancients, the Progenitors had to protect their own. They built a ship to drive the others away.

Who decides what’s best for Alaskans? Mandates from on high, for the greater good. Reduce violence. Eliminate hunger. Save the people by dehumanizing them. Make them dependent. Take the citizens' voice. Remove their claws. Cory Beringer’s old man took him to Rhodesia to fight as a mercenary when the boy was thirteen. Who does that? Someone who believes when society falls, it won’t be a catastrophic train wreck.

Buck and Garth try to retain their humanity as they fight for their lives. How many others can they help? Should they even try? No one knows what's going on except a handful of people and even they aren't sure what happened, but most importantly, how do they stop it? The survivors are rushing to Colorado in an epic race. Time is working against them in more ways than one.

When Xi Bao and her crew of ragtag former prisoners take on an underground enemy, they find numbers far greater than they expected - forcing them to fight for their lives. 

No one runs a racket and gets away with it. Not in the Federation and not when it steals business from The Bad Company. Punish the interlopers! But justice must be served. Is it a racket? Or are they just better at business? Send in the Magistrate to investigate and apply the law. What will Rivka uncover? What justice will she deliver? Keep pulling the threads. See what unravels. They keep leading her . . . somewhere. She knows she has to follow. Even if it smells like a trap.

A serial killer the likes of whom hasn't been seen in centuries. A pretender who has outdone the master. Fifty planets. The dead are screaming for vengeance and only Rivka and her team can hear their cries. The Singularity. The Magistrate and her crew. How many more must die before the killer can be brought to justice? The battle of wits has begun, and only one can survive. Win or die trying. Rivka has to dig deeper than ever before into her investigative skills to figure out who's next and how to stop the one masquerading as . . . Jack the Ripper.

The arrogance of success. The criminality of using it to crush people under one's thumb. A license to destroy. More than a single life, entire cultures replaced. For a few credits more. Find the crime! Rivka can't touch him or can she? Will he allow it? In this part of space, he calls the shots. The Federation is on the outside looking in. From the frontier, a single business starts to take over. Not a crime family, like Nefas, but a single individual forcing people to sell their souls. Unlimited power. Like Satan has returned and demanded payment.

People who embrace justice as much as she does. Her people. One team, holding villainy at bay, even if they are demons from the past come back to haunt them all. A Queen. Two colonels. A contract that's too easy. A vacation gone awry. Enemies and allies. Terry and Char find themselves trapped. Here comes Bethany Anne. Here comes the Bad Company.