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Nelson Tuckey tells the best stories in Sunningdale Psychiatric. Alien worlds. Impossible deliveries. A ship he calls The Lost Princess. Reed is just an orderly, but he listens anyway. The stories keep the old man calm. And besides, everyone knows they're not true. A space courier locked away on the fourth floor? Please. Then the old man dies. And leaves Reed a shoebox.

The Starlight Express has a reputation as the wildest, most exotic alien bar, in two dozen galaxies. So, when Noah and Caleb want to kick back for a few hours on the night before Noah’s nuptials, it’s the obvious choice. And the wrong one. See, aliens tend to be the quirky sort, and humans haven’t quite gotten the hang of them yet - which is why no one should be surprised when a friendly disagreement, over one too many drinks, goes sideways. Now, a jailbreak, a police chase across seven galaxies, and an exploding ship have to get them out of this mess.

Dylan is an average nerdy worker. By day, he works for an architecture firm. When his shift ends, he consumes all manner of superhero fiction—comics, books, or games. When an up-and-coming gaming company, Vert, announces a new superhero game—a game that promises infinite choice—Dylan is immediately ready to dive in. He has the perfect role in mind for himself: the egotistical supervillain from cartoons.

The year is 1931. A boy boards a train to visit his friend in New York. A woman in a jumpsuit boards a train to meet her employer in New York. And the conductor? He boards because it's his job. If it had been any other day, they all would have gotten where they were going just fine. But it's...

Rusty here, back on the galactic road with another cargo bay full of surprises. This time around, we're haulin' an alien carnival, complete with rides to make ya scream, games to bruise your ego, and enough sweet treats to give a dentist night terrors. And once it's up and runnin', we plan to enjoy every last thrill, spill, and sugar crash with our friends. Let me tell ya, there's nothin' like sharing a roller-coaster with a bark-skinned daredevil, a blob with motion sickness, and a robot who screams like dial-up internet.

Hey, bud. It's Captain Rusty, gearin' up to haul a load of space freight through the Vorn Abyss. Sounds like a heavy-metal band, but it's a patch of space with wonky gravity, where your ship gets pulled in more directions than a dog walker at a squirrel convention. It's gonna be a heck of a ride, but our old rig can handle it. Probably. Me and Piper are ready to kick off our honeymoon as soon as we get back, but Murphy is always watching, and the universe has a way of rearranging your plans faster than a tornado rearranges a trailer park.

Heya, pal. It's Rusty, and I'm just as surprised as you are. Right when me and Piper thought we'd had the wildest adventure in the cosmos, Mike and Jenna waltzed in, dressed to the nines, with grins on their faces and a yarn of their own to spin. See, Jenna’s got feelings for Mike she ain’t ready to share, but you can't play hard-to-get when one of your passengers is a big blue slug who can read your emotions like an interstate billboard. Toss in Karlie and Feebee, the galaxy’s most lovable agents of mayhem, and things go off the rails faster than a circus train on ice.