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Lt. Commander Jack Reilly was setting into his new life, married, with a new baby, and a career in the Fleet JAG office on New Harmony, where he excelled. But a new investigation into a missing cargo ship uncovers a much bigger conspiracy against the Alliance, and questions about the loyalties of his AIs threaten to unravel his home life.

Somewhere in the darklands of Creet, an necromancer and murderous android have just made a horrifying pact. Kase, a novice mage, and Brell, an outlaw bounty hunter, are out to stop them. Brell wants the reward. Kase wants vengeance. Armed with his magic and her illegal technology, they set out on a perilous journey. Soon they’re plunged into a deadly adventure of cursed cities, sinister necromancers, and untamed magic. The killer is expecting them. After all, he invited them to carry out his master plan.

The 1950s marked a transformative period in postwar American history. In baseball, one dynasty was the story during the decade. The New York Yankees played in eight World Series from 1950 to 1959, winning six of them. Yankees icon Joe DiMaggio retired following the 1951 season, but a new superstar, Mickey Mantle, took over in Yankee Stadium’s center field in 1952. Mantle, the powerful switch-hitter who blasted tape-measure home runs, often tortured by leg ailments, was the number one box office draw in baseball.

The final prophesy for the Commander says that he must face a trail to stand before the oncoming darkness. Neither Roy nor Katreena knew what that would be, just that it would one day happen. It would be the moment that would change everything, for it is the last of the prophet Queen’s predictions.

It’s odd the way some things work out. You expect to wake up dead, and instead, you wake up to the beautiful face of your wife. I was understandably confused. I had died…or at least I sure as heck thought I had. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’ve been alive for a number of years now, and to be honest…I’m quite fond of it. I just didn’t understand "how" I was alive. My name is Fleet Admiral Jeremy Riker…but my friends call me Dog. This is my story.

Rick Tagler barely escaped Timbervale alive. Now, burdened with grief and haunted by unfinished business, he and his unlikely party—Gail the Fae, Squatch the Bigfoot Outcast, and the formidable Grand Elf—clash over their next steps. But Torwall offers no time for hesitation. With its Gatekeeper’s power peaking during the deadly Hallowtide Festival, Rick’s survival hinges on mastering his evolving magic. Each level gained is a race against time—and against a rising tide of Infernal treachery.

Avington, Bryngate, Teris Falls, village after village felt the stilling touch of the iceman. Sanctuaries left in ashes, entire populations of First One followers left silent and cold, Alastair led a secret cadre of Wolfguard assassins on a historic murderous rampage. How then could the bloodthirsty, remorseless persecutor of the faithful...become their greatest champion? What happened in Salkyrie Vale in the midst of the screams and flames? How did the decades long feud between Alastair and Cythraul begin? Listen to Coldhollow, a Myridian Constellation origin story to find out.

When a small team of former special operators land in Tanzania to grab a local warlord, it's business as usual. But the situation quickly changes when they learn that a pride of lions has been feeding on the local populace. Unable to walk away leaving the locals to fend for themselves, the seasoned warriors are drawn into a conflict unlike anything they've ever taken part in. As they struggle to understand their new enemy, they're led deeper and deeper into the unforgiving Tanzanian wilderness.

I was drifting alone in intergalactic space...in a suit of busted up Battleborn armor. My oxygen was almost gone. No power. No heat. I was freezing. The only question left to be answered in my life was the manner of my death. Would I suffocate...or die of hypothermia?

Did you ever wake up wondering where you were…and perhaps equally important, how you got there? Yeah, me too. The only the thing is, it usually happens when I've been drinking…and I'd been dry for the better part of two years. I'm Commodore Jeremy David Riker…my friends call me JD or just plain “Dog.” I have the dubious honor of running a starship boneyard in the middle of nowhere.

Hotshot astronomer Rick Tagler thought terminal brain cancer limited his options—until a celestial cataclysm hurls him and other Outcasts into Illdari, a perilous new universe where survival is just the beginning. Join Rick, his pet turtle Gams, and a spitfire Fae named Gail as they navigate monstrous beasts, mercurial storms, sinister guilds, and rule-breaking overseers. In Illdari, the odds aren't just stacked against you; they'll stomp you into jelly and spread you on toast.

Abbagael Coldhollow’s desperate journey forces her to cross the shrouded borders of the Witchlands. There, the question that has haunted her soul will be answered once and for all. Returning from the Forsaken Continent, Telwyn finds Myriad in bloody chaos. What can one man do against the tide of tragedy and war? A dark excursion to find the Mirrors of Manticore may hold the answer.

You know, there are some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. This was one of those days. My head hurt. There was blood everywhere. My ship was shot full of holes and leaking more gases and fluids than a 1976 Chevy Vega...the one with an aluminum block. I should have just pulled the sheets up and rolled over when I had the chance....

Ebenezer Krow is a relentless man who charges through life, holding himself and everyone else to the letter of the law. Krow’s nephew, his employees, his business associates - even mankind in general - all feel the castigating burn of Krow’s glare. One night, on Christmas Eve, Krow is visited by his long-dead business partner, Marley Chastain. The ghost warns Krow that three spirits, one of them a devil, will assail him throughout the night. But will the harrowing experience be enough to tear the scab from his sin-scarred soul?

I watched as the alien weapon’s neutronium hull fractured and then exploded. The antimatter-driven explosion engulfed the remaining three ships. Even neutronium is not impervious to antimatter. In one final act of love, my wife had saved us. A piece of my heart died that day in the Paradise system. In a way, the wound never healed. I learned to live with it. I raised our son as best I could. I carried out the mission. But I missed the woman who represented everything good in my life.

Suddenly on the far side of the Milky Way, Admiral Deborah Allen Riker and her crew find themselves neck-deep in trouble...again! It turns out the galaxy is a very dangerous place. Threats come in all shapes and sizes. For Admiral Dare, peace and protecting the innocent is the price of being human. It is a precious commodity that must be paid for with the blood and tears of those willing and able to fight for it.

An imperfect hero for an imperfect time. For generations, Riker men have been the best of the best. For the Battleborn that comes with a cost. I spit out the blood in my mouth. I had to give the other guy credit. That was a fine right hook. Every bit as good as my mom used to give me. Of course, the best right hooks were the ones I landed on the other guy rather than the ones the other guy landed on me. My dear departed mother had always taught me it was better to give than receive.

It’s odd the way some things work out. You expect to wake up dead, and instead, you wake up to the beautiful face of your wife. I was confused. I had died...or at least I sure as heck thought I had. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’ve been alive for a number of years now and to be honest...I’m quite fond of it. I just didn’t understand "how" I was alive. My name is Fleet Admiral Jeremy Riker...but my friends call me Dog. This is the rest of my story.

Fateh’s world was changed forever when the Shadows invaded. What makes it worse? The betrayal by people he once thought of as friends and the loss of his mother. Who is truly to blame? Tabor was there before the Shadows and when every tragedy happened.

In actuality, Lewis is not bipolar. The people he sees and hears—that no one around him sees or hears—are not figments of his imagination. Lewis has a rare gift, or is it a curse? He can see and hear ghosts. There is an insistent ghost in the high desert community of Joshua Tree who requires assistance, and Lewis Price is his choice to assist.