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Tyrus Faron fights neither for king nor country. He fights to defend the peasant conscripts forced to stand with him, doomed to die too young. When he returns home to find his people on the brink of starvation, he must fight a new kind of war against the Baron who would enslave his family's last… Continue reading Your Destiny is Their Only Hope
On the desolate world of Shoahn'Tu, war grinds the last remnants of mankind towards extinction. The Terran Guard, descended from the ranks of the first explorers and sworn to protect the native Shoahn', pursue a relentless crusade against the faltering colonists they had warned to stay away. The only thing stopping them is The desperately… Continue reading That They Shall Not Perish
When Bess Kincaid finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, she realizes too late that she is the next victim in a madman's quest to satisfy a debt that can never be paid. Plunged into the nightmare of his quest for vengeance, her only hope is to do what no other girl… Continue reading Some Angels Fight Back
If I weren't a ghost, you would see me. You would know there is more for you than the wind tossing you through an endless sky and thunder cracking the darkness while shards of lightning sizzle all around you. You would know there is more than just the lonely drone of your engine and the… Continue reading Final Approach
I still wander through the tall grasses stretching away from the back of our house down a shallow slope to a thicket of trees just in front of the train station. Yellow flowers scattered among the shimmering green waves smile at the sky, unknowing. It is their sturdiness of bliss I like most, and I… Continue reading Porajmos
He had to be there at 8:00 sharp. If he came too early, the old man wouldn't even get started. If he got there too late, they would do a little, but the old man wouldn't really get going before visiting hours were over. There was just something about the old man's mind that demanded… Continue reading Code
After the hot soup kettle had been scrubbed and set to dry in a wooden sink, after the dirt floor had been groomed with the tracings of a broom, after the last embers in the stone hearth had been shut behind clanky iron doors, after her mother kissed her forehead softly and shooed her to… Continue reading Miriam
