Showing results for "Power Lines" in Literature & Fiction

On icy Petaybee, the planet itself seems to be orchestrating its own evolution, but the planet is also rich in resources, and a ruthless company is poised to take advantage. Yana, an ex-company soldier with strong ties to the planet, tries to intervene. She and her friends must find a way to prove that Petaybee is more valuable to the company alive than dead.

A young woman possessed by a ghost has slain the Fisher King of the West, Scott Crane. Now, temporarily freed from that malevolent spirit, she seeks to restore the King to life....

Ghosts can be caught, bottled, and sold by covert dealers to addicts who inhale the things - and when a young boy named Kootie accidentally inhales the ghost of Thomas Edison, he finds that all the factions of Los Angeles’s occult underground are after him, determined to kill him and get Edison’s powerful ghost for themselves. Aided by Edison’s confused and irascible ghost, Kootie flees - and finds himself dodging perils natural and supernatural in the gritty alleys and trainyards of a Los Angeles that tourists never see.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. What should've been a simple fact-finding visit changed in the blink of an eye. I'm a patriot. A CIA officer. A master at manipulating the double agent schemes. The straight and narrow path I set out on turned into a hundred winding roads, all leading to the same destination: I'm now aiding and abetting a foreign spy. Kira Petrova stole something from me the moment we met - my breath, my heart, my allegiance. If I'm caught, I'll be tried as a traitor. But there's more to her story than anyone knows, and time is not on our side.

I only wanted a cup of coffee. Alone. It was a simple request, right? Just stroll into the coffee shop on the corner, grab my usual cup of liquid nitrogen, and walk back out. All while minding my own business. But I had to walk in at that exact moment. Not 10 minutes earlier. Not 10 minutes later. Precisely when Savannah Fields needed someone to help her. When no one except me had the courage to stand up for her. After the incident, she looked at me like I was her hero. But I'm no hero. I don't even know who or what I am anymore. Who is Nick Tucker? A DEA agent? A criminal? Both?