Dark Humanity
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are packed with everything from faeries, dragons, and mysterious viruses to fantastical quests, frozen cities, fearless knights, ancient foes, and powerful enemies. With over a million words of fiction, this is your one stop shop for sword and sorcery, military and AI science fiction, dark fantasy, and mesmerizing space opera adventures from more than twenty Award Winning and New York Times & USA Today bestselling authors!
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learned that some of the people on this ship are possessed by aliens.” His eyes widened. “What?” “I know it’s hard to believe, but that’s what’s going on. Fortunately, Dad and Mom aren’t and there is a group of freedom fighters who call themselves The Resistance. I guess they’re on our side.” “The Resistance? What’s that?” I told him most of what I knew, leaving out Mara’s name. “That’s a crazy story,” he said. “Do our parents know about The Resistance?” “I don’t know. All I know for certain is that Dad isn’t possessed by an alien and he said that we needed to trust him.” “Hamilton isn’t aware ...more
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guessing will only backfire on you.” He rolled me in under his shoulder. “Spill. Curb my curiosity.” “You don’t fight fair, but you’re also lucky I understand.” I rested my cheek on his chest and snuggled. “I have a room on the homestead’s second floor. A perfectly safe room. In Dralion, I have my own quarters in the barracks. And when I manage to pop in to see my parents, I catch a few winks in the sleep-out next to their cottage. That’s provided there’s a spare bunk. It kind of gets overrun by my three younger brothers, so I just go with the flow. All I’ve ever really needed is a pillow and ...more
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spine. Please don’t die on me. Not yet! After a long minute, he straightens up, waxen but alert. When he speaks, his breath hits me again, like toxic fumes from an abandoned mine. “Your brother’s in Sektor Sieben.” I throw a baffled glance at Mason. The look in his widened eyes sends a rod of terror up my spine. “What’s Sektor Sieben?” I ask. “Time to go.” Mason brushes past