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The war for warp-cursed Croatoas rages on. Hailed as 'Giant-killers' for their heroics during Operation Jotunn, Lieutenant Commander Hadeya Etsul and the crew of the Leman Russ Demolisher Steel Tread are hurled right back into battle. Assigned command of a convoy of armour and infantry, Etsul is tasked with escorting a legendary lord commissar through contested territory to stabilise the wavering Ruega Front.

Orson Scott Card, Kevin J. Anderson, and Larry Niven have seen the future. Now you can, too. A constellation of the brightest lights in the science fiction and fantasy firmament have judged these authors to be the best, the brightest, the truest emerging stars in the field.

If Earth is going to stand against the Elder's retaliation, she cannot do so alone. One place holds out hope for humanity. Unexplored space. Outside the borders of the Elder Empire, the possibilities are endless. Advanced races, new allies, technologies to overcome the Elder’s vast numerical advantage, all are opportunities humanity can’t ignore.

Abducted from Earth as a child. Sold into slavery. Forced to fly the ship of a ruthless pirate. Sarah knows nothing of her homeworld or her people. Her one longing is to return home. Little does she know humanity is no better off. The Elders, a ruthless alien race, rule Earth with an iron grip. When Sarah’s ship is ambushed by an Elder frigate she is thrown into a life and death battle. Survival would send shockwaves throughout the galaxy. Never before has an Elder warship been beaten in one-on-one combat.

Out in the contested zone between Keerah and Ralnor space, there's a planet. On this planet is someone who needs rescuing. Thousands of light years from the nearest Imperium planet, it shouldn't be their concern. So why is it? Jodie Mills is the go-to marine colonel when you want something done, and the Peck twins are busy. But Jodie has a secret which has now caught up with her. Someone has to go, and who better than her? But how to motivate her into joining would seem to be the problem. She needs a team. Or does the team need her? What kind of group would contemplate such a mission?

Dianne "Rockmonster" Keaton has come a long way from being a cadet. She fought in the Trixone war, and then joined the reconstituted 266 Squadron. She's happy. She has her demons, but what pilot doesn't? But overall, she's content being where she is. Sooner or later though, you get called to step up. Especially in the Imperium. What is going on in the galaxy beyond Kelewan? Someone has to go and find out. It's time for Rockmonster Rules.

It was the kind of dirty, violent work the Bastards were made for. Protect a bunch of colonists in the Epsilon Eridani system, whose moon had become a war zone as megacorp-backed mercenaries fought a brutal proxy war. Just the kind of fight the penal mercenary legion liked. But a hundred headless corpses are hard to explain, even for the Bastard Legion, and soon they are on the run, abandoned by their allies and hunted by their most dangerous foe yet...but Miska's going to play them at her own game.

Four hundred years in the future, the most dangerous criminals are kept in suspended animation aboard prison ships and 'rehabilitated' in a shared virtual reality environment. But Miska Storrow, a thief and hacker with a background in black ops, has stolen one of these ships and created her own private indentured army: the Bastard Legion. In Friendly Fire, the Bastard Legion are hired to pull off a daring power-armoured heist of propriety tech. Getting the tech will be hard. Getting off the planet, deadly.

Four hundred years in the future, the most dangerous criminals are kept in suspended animation aboard prison ships and 'rehabilitated' in a shared virtual reality environment. But Miska Storrow, a thief and hacker with a background in black ops, has stolen one of these ships, The Hangman's Daughter, and made it her own. Controlled by explosive collars and trained in virtual reality by the electronic ghost of a dead marine sergeant, the thieves, gangsters, murderers, and worse are transformed into Miska's own private indentured army: the Bastard Legion.

Liza Pound has pulled on one too many tails. And no-one likes their tail being pulled, especially tigers. In the grand scheme of things, the foxes were never a serious threat. But now there is a real threat, and they've taken notice of who is now their biggest threat.

Liza Pound needs a solution to her Fox problem. They simply will not stop coming at her. But as her list of friends expands, so too does her list of enemies. And the more ships she gets to react with, the more get thrown at her to react to. It's time to stop reacting. Now is the time for some serious Tail Pulling.

Liza Pound is feeling the bullseye on her back. But does she really know how big it actually is? The foxes have put a serious bounty on her head. And they want it, literally, in someone's freezer. Even a routine League mission now can set off a chain of events. And once begun, the Killer Bunny will have to become something more. Now she's Nemesis Rising.

Liza Pound now has more than she ever wanted. And a lot she didn't. Like a bullseye painted on her back. She's stuck a stick in the local "ant hill," and the foxes are not happy about it. The Keerah are too busy fighting themselves to control the foxes, and someone else doing it was not in anyone's hunt plan.

Liza Pound has what she wanted. Just not how she expected to have it. Or where. She thought her fox fighting days were over. She was wrong. But she has no idea just how wrong she is. She now owns the call sign Killer Bunny. But where she's going, she needs Black Sheep.

Liza Pound is a mystery to her superiors. In training she showed no aggression at all. In combat the first time she topped the kill board. And kept doing it. No one can figure out why. She did the unthinkable, and left Navy Mage Five for the League of Worlds. They want her back. She wants squadron command of the Black Sheep, and has worked hard for it. But when has what anyone wanted been part of what happens to them?