Adventure Foxes

The Inheritors have Chief Carson. Her knowledge will endanger humanity's only colony in Terra Nova if her captors have enough time to rip the vital information from her mind. The forces of the Terran Expeditionary Force and the Ibarra Nation must join with the alien Zies for a combined assault on the ancient space station where the Pathfinder is held prisoner.

Rule number one: Never mess with magic. Even so, a life-or-death situation calls for Callan and his criminal friends to make a deal with the Eye—the sinister, sentient artifact they stole from a sorcerer. It's Lachlan's life in exchange for a future task, and the gang has no choice but to agree.

The first time I saw Anders F--king Bash, he was shirtless, armed, and simultaneously the most beautiful and frustrating man I’ve ever met. He has not gotten any uglier. Or any less frustrating. And today I finally took a swing at him. Our boss thinks a simple op in East Texas is exactly the thing we need to mend our relationship and restore the team dynamic.

It felt like only minutes had passed when I woke up with a start. I glanced over at the digital clock I had placed on the nightstand; it read 3:19 a.m. I had been fast asleep for hours - what had woken me up? I raised my head to look around the room, and my heart leaped into my throat. There, standing at the foot of my bed, was a figure, looming in the darkness.

Little Willy has a big job to do. When his grandfather falls ill, it is up to Willy alone to save their farm from the tax collector. He enters the National Dogsled Race, where he must beat the Indian Stone Fox and his five beautiful Samoyed dogs.

Our flighty fae captor, Taneisha, lost the incubus Caden’s legacy to a thief in the night. Now, instead of the game she had planned for us to win back Caden’s legacy, we have to climb a mountain and go fist to feather against an immortal demonic bird-man with a chip on his shoulder. That’s assuming we don’t run across trouble along the way. Really, what could go wrong on a leisurely stroll up the side of a mountain in the Netherworld? Based on my track record over the last two days and my history of botching most magic I attempt, I’m not feeling all that lucky. Reeling from the ...

I just told off my billionaire CEO in front of the entire company, and it was totally worth it. Do I care that a viral video of our exchange sent his stocks into freefall? Nope. Am I going to help Rand Wolfe rehab his company’s reputation? Not a chance in hell. There’s just one problem: I’m the bastard son of a mafia don, a fact Wolfe finds out the hard way when he tracks me down at the docks. Saving his life puts a mafia-style extradition order on my head, and the only place to hide is his high-rise penthouse.

The Five Hundred, the elite families who rule the Terran Federation and control its political power and its wealth, have grown steadily wealthier and more powerful, thanks to the war against the Terran League. War may be hard on the people who get caught in its path, but it's very good for business in the short term, and the Five Hundred own the shipyards that build the Navy's ships. They own virtually all the industry that produces the weapons and material the war consumes so voraciously... and they've made damn sure someone else does the dying.

The second instalment of the Conclave of Shadows. The conclave demands its membership price from their new protégé: Tal must gather information on the sinister magician Laso Varen. But to do this means service with the sorcerer's master, Duke Kaspar of Olasko--the very man he suspects of killing his family. A powerful new epic fantasy series from one of the great masters of the genre.

I am the reincarnation of a dark god. I cannot escape that now. The prince of demons come again. And I am hunted. The Fomori have a prophecy about my return, and have been so kind as to dispatch the Morrigan herself to slay me. She's even forging a special divine sword. Their armies of beastmen and giants march upon Hasra, and the ailing empire is in no shape to hold. They need new troops. They need us. My friends and I are being sent off to the other Catalysts we control to gain more magic so that we can resist the Fomori advance.

The Triumvirate comes to conquer Terra Nova, landing an overwhelming assault by the surface by Netherguard and Ultari warships in orbit, laying siege to the human colony. As the battle grinds on, Governor Ken Hale leads the defenders in a desperate battle for survival. Hoping beyond hope that help will arrive in time to save them. Chief Kit Carson and her Pathfinders, with their new-found allies in tow, race home, praying they make it in time and that their efforts are enough to defeat Emperor Kyrios and his forces.

Time is a very fluid thing, no one really has a grasp on it other than maybe how to measure it. As the maestro of the Day by Day Armageddon Universe, I have the latitude of being in control of that time. I can adjust the slider either direction, moving the timeline back and forth along the continuum. This is one of the perks of creation, the benefit in constructing something (albeit small) from nothing. Sort of makes you wonder what the maestro of the universe is up to, no? You have again stumbled upon a ticket with service through the apocalyptic wastes, but this time the train is a little bit older, a little more beat up, and maybe a little wiser. Keep your doors locked.

So many close calls, drunken flirtations, exchanged glances…and then his unfailing sense of duty would kick in. He has always outranked me and was never going to cross that line. Even though we’re no longer in the service, he insists he’s not good enough for me. And sure, he’s still the boss…of our highly illegal mercenary organization. But that’s not the only thing holding him back. He’s scarred and in pain and believes his physical limitations should deter me. What he doesn’t seem to get is that I would sacrifice a limb for him. Major organs. My entire heart.

A psychotic modern-day shaman caught in a zombie apocalypse without her meds. Scientific studies of Jocelyn Radomski, immune to a zombie pathogen, may lead to a cure. But first she must find a military safe zone in a world of countless zombies and few survivors. Fortunately, she possesses shamanic and zombie-like powers. And a tenth-century magic sword forged to fight zombies. But without her meds, no one is safe from her violent psychotic breaks. Especially the eclectic band of survivors pledged to her cause. Overwhelmed with guilt at what she has become, Jocelyn is driven by the hope that...

The Ember War comes to its epic conclusion! The Ibarra Nation launches a final assault to liberate Earth, but the Geist have laid a trap for Ely Hale and the Crusade. The Geist are on the cusp of releasing their dark god Malal onto the galaxy, ensuring doom for every soldier, Armor and sailor fighting for their very souls. Ely Hale is the fulcrum on which the battle will turn. He is one soldier against a dark tide, but he is not alone, for the Saint lives.

After dealing with a nuclear threat, Missy has earned the new Defense Secretary’s trust. Her life at West Point goes along well enough while she finishes up her third year. She does need to help some plebe girls who are getting harassed. Plus, she learns one of the congressmen with access to secret Intel is a spy. The big question, however, is where will her summer assignment with the Special Forces take her, now that the U.S. troops are being withdrawn from Afghanistan?

For 100 years after a nuclear holocaust annihilated civilization, the Family has eked out a meager existence in the wilds of what used to be Minnesota. But something is going wrong in the Home. People aren't living as long as they used to. Mutations are becoming more common. To ensure their survival, there's only one thing the Family can do: venture outside the compound walls for help. Three of their best warriors are chosen for the task – Blade, Hickok and Geronimo.

In a city full of thieves, there are none better than the wily Reynard: a skilled cat burglar, con artist, and master of disguise who preys on the wealthy and powerful. But even a man of Reynard's talents can make a mistake, especially when there's a beautiful woman involved . . .

Long ago, the land of Ulv was filled with magic. But that was before a wolf ate all the stars in the night sky, ridding the world of magic and allowing Shadow Creatures, beasts made of shadow and evil, to flourish. Twelve-year-old Bo knows the stories but thinks the Stars and the wolf who ate them are nothing more than myths - until the day Bo's guardian, Mads, is attacked by a giant wolf straight from the legends.

Four centuries ago, the Stewards rained ash on the heartland of an empire for a year and a day, murdering the Elentian Empire and orphaning the Hasran Imperium where I was born. The stories say the ash drains magic and that any who venture into the Ashlands will need to contend with the armies of unliving swimming beneath the ash—unliving as old as the Mad Imperator Jhordil himself.