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  The Black Star

  Michael Cook-Hoar II

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  Vincent, the Angel Gabriel his been spending the last few hundred years jumping through time, alongside his friend Melcot. Times have changed . Mother Nature has become battered from the rule of humans over earth, and she is determined to start anew. How will our new heroes combat the changing tide? What is to come? 
  This audiobook will lead into our first cross over with the Lightning Fast universe. Culminating within Uniocide, the next story to come, in the Hellbent heroes series.

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  Terra Infinita

  Mati Ocha

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  The dark has teeth . . . 
   
   
   
  With comrades at his side, Will ventures deeper into the unknown. Tunnels that shouldn't exist stretch out beneath Kirkstall Abbey, descending into the earth until the sun is a distant memory. 
   
   
   
  Corruption spreads . . . 
   
   
   
  Hundreds have ventured into the depths, supposedly seeking sanctuary. Only one has escaped. Will and his friends find evidence of scores of others—clothing left in pristine arrangements with no corpses to be seen. Terrors howl up from the abyss at every turn, and only the occasional survivor, torn by trauma and the incessant dark, hints at the horrors still awaiting in the deep. 
   
   
   
  Will is committed now; the anomalies pose a threat to Earth far beyond the ascension's magical mayhem. But cut off from reinforcements and steeping in the knowledge that his allies above will think he's dead, Will's choice to hunt the corruption spreading through Leeds may prove to come at too high a price.

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  Space Jockey

  Adam Scott Lankford

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  While in space a crew finds an ancient message, findin' were it's comein' from and what it means to them.

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  Long After Midnight

  Ray Bradbury

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  Two drifters caught in the backwash of space wander from city to dead city, sifting the rubble for the fabled Blue Bottle of Mars-and find in it two different, equally entrancing, dooms... A young boy in Green Town, Illinois, does not marry-yet marries-his beloved eighth-grade teacher... In the hell of a Manhattan July night, Will Morgan is offered a possibly Mephistophelean proposal by which he might gain a perfect love and a magical immunity... A jealous husband who orders an exact replica of his unfaithful wife from an android manufacturing company (purpose: murder) runs afoul of the compassionate new "live robot" law... At forty-eight, seized with an overwhelming desire to settle an old score, a man journeys back into the past under the spell of his "utterly perfect, incredibly delightful idea," only to recoil in stunned disbelief when he confronts, at last, his former tormentor... Bradbury's imaginative field is boundless. In this book, his stories carry us from the cozy familiarity of the small-town America we lived in in Dandelion Wine to the frozen desert and double moon that have been part of our interior landscape since The Martian Chronicles. His characters range from the "ordinary"-a rookie cop, an unhappy wife on vacation in Mexico, an old parish priest hearing confession-to the quite extraordinary: the parrot to whom Ernest Hemingway confided the plot of his last, greatest, never-put-down-on-paper novel, and a woman who, in New York City in the summer of 1974, hangs out a sign reading "Melissa Toad, Witch." Fantastic or conventional, chillingly suspenseful or hauntingly nostalgic, each of these stories has that aura of the unexpected combined with the special ring of absolute rightness that is brilliantly, uniquely Bradbury.

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  Sage of Sare

  Julie Dean Smith

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  A magic rebellion in the Kingdom of Caithe receives an offer of help from a mysterious ally in this fantasy saga from the author of Call of Madness. 
   
  Charged with murder, heresy, and treason, Athaya spent months in captivity, her magic painfully sealed inside her mind. But her allies kept her mission alive—if only barely—risking their lives to recruit wizards and train them at their secret camp. Now Athaya has escaped, and her brother, King Durek, is desperate to stop her crusade against his reign. With a ruthless new ally at his side, Durek forms a Tribunal with the sole purpose of finding and destroying all Lorngeld and their supporters. And yet an even more immediate danger threatens Athaya’s uprising. 
   
  As Athaya’s followers multiply, supplies dwindle, leaving her camp vulnerable to Caithe’s brutal winter. Her people face starvation, until aid comes from an unexpected source—a group of military wizards on the Isle of Sare. Their intervention could save Athaya’s rebellion . . . but at what cost?

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  The Misplaced Battleship

  Harry Harrison

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  The Misplaced Battleship by Harry Harrison - It might seem a little careless to lose track of something as big as a battleship ... but interstellar space is on a different scale of magnitude. But a misplaced battleship—in the wrong hands!—can be most dangerous. 
  When it comes to picking locks and cracking safes I admit to no master. The door to Inskipp's private quarters had an old-fashioned tumbler drum that was easier to pick than my teeth. I must have gone through that door without breaking step. Quiet as I was though, Inskipp still heard me. The light came on and there he was sitting up in bed pointing a .75 caliber recoilless at my sternum. 
  "You should have more brains than that, diGriz," he snarled. "Creeping into my room at night! You could have been shot." 
  "No I couldn't," I told him, as he stowed the cannon back under his pillow. "A man with a curiosity bump as big as yours will always talk first and shoot later. And besides—none of this pussyfooting around in the dark would be necessary if your screen was open and I could have got a call through." 
  Inskipp yawned and poured himself a glass of water from the dispenser unit above the bed. "Just because I head the Special Corps, doesn't mean that I am the Special Corps," he said moistly while he drained the glass. "I have to sleep sometime. My screen is open only for emergency calls, not for every agent who needs his hand held." 
  "Meaning I am in the hand-holding category?" I asked with as much sweetness as I could. 
  "Put yourself in any category you please," he grumbled as he slumped down in the bed. "And also put yourself out into the hall and see me tomorrow during working hours." 
  He was at my mercy, really. He wanted sleep so much. And he was going to be wide awake so very soon. 
  "Do you know what this is?" I asked him, poking a large glossy pic under his long broken nose. One eye opened slowly.

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