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Skid doesn't believe in ghosts or time travel or any of that nonsense. A circus runaway-turned-bouncer, she believes in hard work, self-defense, and good strong coffee. Then one day an annoying theoretical physicist named Dave pops into the seat next to her at her least favorite Kansas City bar and disappears into thin air when she punches him (he totally deserved it). Now, street names are changing, Skid's favorite muffins are swapping frosting flavors, Dave keeps reappearing in odd places like the old Sanderson murder house—and that's only the start of her problems.

""You bitch, you killed me. You suck!"" Being dead sucks. Make that being undead sucks. Literally. Just ask Thomas C. Flood. Waking up after a fantastic night unlike anything he's ever experienced, he discovers that his girlfriend, Jody—the woman of his dreams—is a vampire. And surprise! Now...

Living and slaving in Fill City One, you get used to the smell. We call it the Everpresent Stink. But every once in a while, on a spring day with a breeze, it clears away enough to remind us that there is something more out there. Most Fillers' wildest dreams would be just to get past the walls and live in the mainland. But my dream? It’s a little bigger. I’m going to Mars.

Bob thought BSR might be able to do some business with Homm and his people. It turns out he was wrong, but their ancestors had left knowledge the company could use. Watch the crew try to recover the knowledge without getting mixed up in their troubles. Of course, Bob picks up another apprentice for Scotti along the way.

Heen Gru-Bares has been SERIES 5 for most of his adult life, traveling from planet to planet collecting data and filing reports for the CHAIRS, who run the universe. And then he lands on the planet Firdus for his next assignment, and he meets Borns and Lan Zing and Ziga Mey and Dill Tudd, and something unsettling begins to stir within him, something unnerving and profoundly disruptive.

Wenn man in Fill City 1 lebt und schuftet, gewöhnt man sich an den Gestank. Wir nennen ihn den Ewigen Mief. Aber hin und wieder, wenn an einem Frühlingstag eine Brise weht, verzieht er sich ein wenig und wir erinnern uns daran, dass es da draußen noch etwas anderes gibt. Die meisten Filler träumen allerhöchstens davon, die Mauern zu überwinden und auf dem Festland zu leben. Aber mein Traum? Der ist ein bisschen größer. Ich fliege zum Mars.