Science Fiction Creation

The science fiction genre has become increasingly influential in mainstream popular culture, evolving into one of the most engaging storytelling tools we use to think about technology and consider the shape of the future. Along the way, it has also become one of the major lenses we use to explore important philosophical questions. The origins of science fiction are most often thought to trace to Mary Shelley's novel Frankenstein, a story born from a night of spooky tale-telling by the fireside that explores scientific, moral, and ethical questions that were of great concern in the 19th century - and that continue to resonate today.

The last thing I expected was to gain the spells of the woman in my bed. Hell, I didn't even know magic existed until I'd cast a spell that morning. Then a beautiful teacher from a magical academy told me I could become the universe's most powerful mage. To get there, I need to become stronger. I need to ace all my examinations. And, most of all, I need to master the most potent spells. But I have to start somewhere.

In an expected turn of events, the Arcane Council has got us in their sights. Where do we run to except the Spectral Realm? Where spirits with unfinished business go to party. There, we hope to take refuge in the Stronghold of my late parents. Except knowledge of this Stronghold is lost. And only one woman can tells us where it is: a bloodthirsty and drop-dead gorgeous pirate by the name of Isobel Galeflint.

Huon has less than one week to save those he cares about most. But in the world of Temtoria, time moves at a different rate, and those days are turned into months. Though Huon has managed to defeat a High Celestial, he still isn't ready to face the Everlasting King. But he has a plan. Reunited with people from his past, he has to teach them all he knows—whether he wants to or not—as when the time comes, they'll only have one chance to defeat their enemy.

Max and the others did what most believed was impossible: they defeated the final tower floor. With that task complete, they face a new challenge. Every member of the party: Max, Tanila, Cordellia, Fowl, Batrire, Sog & Rakonath; is now a god. But the new title doesn't come with the unlimited power they expected their world's creators held.

It took everything to defeat the feared Natom Hilgresh. Turns out, that was the easy part. Now the clock is ticking for Clive to return to Far Reach and prepare for the second coming. Of course, it isn’t exactly a Sunday stroll. Navigating unforgiving terrain across the war-torn country of Kalabri, the vast armies of Destruction and Justice swarm the land, killing everyone in their path.

You can't just go around draining the Ethereal Cores of the gods. Firstly, it kills them, and they're supposed to be immortal. And secondly...Well, that's just not how things are done! Unfortunately, no one told Clive that, and now two gods are dead at his hand. Now, he's imprisoned awaiting judgment, and no amount of brute strength or pure obstinance will be enough to wriggle out of this delicate dilemma.

High in the Craster Mountains sits a small town protected from the outside world by a godly barrier. But that barrier is the work of no god, it was created by Clive, a warrior, a leader and a very angry chef who just wants a peaceful life. Hordes of vengeful enemies amassing along the borders of the Forsaken Land are going to make sure that doesn’t happen. For while Far Reach is safe, Clive’s allies are in imminent danger of being swept away by the coming storm.

Contains books 10-12 of Painting the Mists: Words of Creation, book ten, Crown of the Starry Sky, book eleven, and Claddings of Light, book twelve.

Weak in a world full of strength, all he and his friends have is their grit and determination to survive as they navigate this brutal, war-torn land of magic in search of a way home. There’s a problem, though. Clive’s been cursed. A little stabby, stabby from a demonic knife catapults them into a race against time to find a cure. Fighting their way across Falritas, they need friends and levels like there’s no tomorrow. Because there might not be…

I never wanted any of this. Sure, I'll take the universe-shattering powers—who wouldn't? But there's always a bloody price. You don't inherit the ability to bend creation to your will and get to ride off into the sunset. Oh no, every power-hungry dickhead in the universe wants a piece of the action, especially the former God of Creation. Not that I asked for the title—or any of the mess that comes with it. But, if I want to achieve my dream of being left the hell alone, it's going to cost me. And that price? Pain… so much pain.

After long voyages plagued by hurricanes and sea monsters, Criston Vora and Saan race to the mysterious lost continent of Terravitae. Saan’s quest is to find the Key to Creation, a weapon that may defeat his country’s enemies. And Criston wants vengeance against the monstrous Leviathan that ruined his life long ago. Back home, two opposing continents and religions clash over the remnants of a sacred city, unleashing their vengeance in a war that could end both civilizations.

Creation Mages to wine and dine. Immortals to defeat. A multiverse to save.

La jeune Jennsen, harcelée depuis sa plus tendre enfance par ses démons intérieurs, a trouvé le moyen de les réduire au silence. Mais la fin de son épreuve est le début d'un calvaire pour le reste du monde : impliquée contre son gré dans un combat dont l'enjeu est la vengeance et la conquête, Jennsen tombe sous la domination de forces obscures plus atroces que tout ce qu'elle aurait pu imaginer. Et si les voix de ses démons avaient toujours été réelles ?

The Inkwell Plane is a magical place. Daoist arts and technology work hand in hand, and transcendents are on friendly terms with demigods and demons. But not all is well. As a new ascendant, there aren’t many people who are weaker than Cha Ming. He must fight to prove his worth and carve out a place for himself in this dog-eat-dog world. To succeed, he may need to share more secrets than he’s comfortable with.

I'm Justin Mauler, student of Mazirian Academy, Creation Mage, and now the new owner of a poltergeist named Barry Chillgrave. Who'd have expected having a deceased buccaneer as your resident dungeon-running poltergeist would lead to trouble? Yeah, it's pretty much a given. And now I’ve discovered that my spell list might be limited. Which means only one thing: I have to find a way to break that limit.

The enigmatic and likely certifiably crazy Igor Chaosbane has drawn runes into my frat house’s dungeon. Now that’s out of the way, we can really get to training for the War Mage Games. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about my other training methods. There’s a fetching potions tutor who’s got me wondering just what Infernal magic can do.

Roy Boss had it made. He had three sexy monster girls and two cute baby girls, and he murdered the hell out of the guy who stole his company. The only thing left to do was to go back through the stargate and take back his property...or at least that’s what he thought before the gateway to the planet’s underworld swung open. The revelations of the deep dark are astounding: the birth of the Pelerine, the secrets of the Coptics, and the arrival of the UnWolf. But by learning the secret histories, Roy has drawn the attentions of an ancient foe.

Joseph has succeeded in rescuing his sister, Chelo, from a pitched battle on the colony planet Fremont. Now he and Chelo and the love of his life, Alicia, and all of their extended family, are finally returning home. Halfway there, a probe intercepts them, sending them new coordinates and a message from Joseph’s enigmatic supporter and teacher, Marcus. War is brewing. And Joseph is wanted for escaping to save Chelo.

We have a mission: to save the Universal Magic. To do so, I need to locate three other Creation Mages. There’s nowhere to find them except in the Infernal Realms, which means I’m going to have to meet with the very incarnation of evil: the devil. A journey into hell to meet with The Great Deceiver himself. How could it possibly go wrong?