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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.

For Clive, death isn't the end. But with almost a year until his body is reborn, it is a dangerous setback. With Armies to lead, alliances to maintain, and enemies ranging from the gods to the imminent return of the psychopath Natom Hilgresh, he needs a workaround. He needs an Avatar. Achieving this lofty aim will require sacrifice and hard work—for his followers, at least. So while Clive practices with his ethereal powers, they attempt to push their budding god up through the Ethereal Stages and bring him back to the world of the living.

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…

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.

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.

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.

OH BROTHER . . . Adam Henshaw joined the army to bury his past and put his talent for violence to better use. He wanted a fresh start; he got a massacre. When monstrous warriors tear through a portal and drag the survivors into a realm of powerful magic and brutal politics, Adam is forced to...

Lady Amelia Brockett - Meels to her family - is having the worst. Christmas. Ever. Dumped by her boyfriend and rejected from graduate school, her parents deem her the failure of the family. But when her older brother tries to cheer her with a trip to the races, a chance meeting with Arthur, the widowed playboy prince of Wales, offers Amelia the opportunity to change her life - and Britain’s fortunes - forever. 

The invasion of the Rhen has begun! Darien Lauchlin is determined to find a refuge for the people of Malikar by any means necessary — even if it means conquering the nations he formerly swore to protect. Wielding the most powerful magical talisman known to man, Kyel Archer stands opposed to him. And there could be no higher stakes — the reversal of the magic field is only weeks away, heralding the destruction of all the world’s mages and the long legacy of magic.

Darien Lauchlin betrayed his allegiance to the Rhen when he sold his soul to the God of Chaos. Nowm the unthinkable has occurred: War between Malikar and the Rhen looms on the horizon. As Darien prepares to lead an invasion against his former homeland, he struggles to unite a diverse people who still view him as the enemy. Darien is forced to abandon his former loyalties and confront the tragedies of his past. With the help of Azár, he embarks on a series of trials that will forge him into the Battlemage his people desperately need him to be.

Compelled to obey the dark god he pledged his soul to, Darien finds himself tasked with delivering the people of the Black Lands from under the curse of darkness which shrouds the skies. With the enemy mage Azár, Darien sets out across a barren landscape to assume his place as the leader of a people who despise him. As he journeys deeper into the shadowed waste, Darien is confronted with difficult truths that force him to question every loyalty he has ever held.

Darien Lauchlin has already lost everything. Now the only thing he has left to lose is his soul. When his own brother unseals the Well of Tears, Darien is the last Sentinel left alive to defend his homeland. Now he is faced with an impossible decision: either watch everything he knows shatter - or forsake his oath of peace to become an instrument of pure destruction. Accompanied by Naia, a priestess of Death, Darien embarks on a harrowing journey to save the people of the Rhen. But will he lose his own soul in the process?

Taiberos, his mind unhinged by his stint in infraspace, is driven by one thought—get revenge on Starchild—and he will hold nothing back as he unleashes his fury on Solace. But Nak lies defenseless, unaware of the return of Taiberos and unable to defend himself. For two percents (roughly two Earth years), he has lain still, as if in death, the coma having taken all but his breathing, and there are no signs that he will ever wake.

Branded a terrorist, now I'm one of the galaxy's most wanted. Most hunted. And I'm paralyzed with fear. Not only of my execution. Not only of psychic premonitions telling me it ends in fire and water. Not only of nightmares with the red-eyed assassin twisting his blade into my abdomen. But because I harbor a secret.

I'm a prisoner on my own ship. It's a Bloody Wing, one of the most valuable objects in the galaxy—a starship that leaps across spacetime without going through the surge gates. It means I can travel planet to planet completely off the record. And I stole it.

Book 3 of the Zombie Apocalypse series Run from the Dead.

The Well of Tears was created to harness the power of the Netherworld to prevent a magical apocalypse. Now Darien Lauchlin is the last surviving mage capable of reversing the destruction the Well unleashed. Darien will be forced to sacrifice everything of himself and everyone around him—all to preserve a nation of people who despise him.

A viral rage is unleashed, hitting the UK faster than it can be contained. On the brink of losing everything, Marcus runs through the housing estates now occupied by the rising dead. He searches for his family whilst learning how to fight the flesh-hungry beasts, collecting lost souls along the way. Christina, a single nurse, hopes her unborn child stays inside her until this madness can be dealt with. Forming new alliances can bring surprises in many forms, proving the world can be shocking for even the most hardened of people.

Braden and Quin Reis share a tragic past, but it’s now up to them to save the future. When a secret conspiracy resorts to harnessing the powers of the Netherworld to save their legacy, Braden and Quin are the only mages capable of stopping them. But these two would-be heroes are compromised, harboring terrible secrets. Can Braden and Quin put aside their differences long enough to prevent the unsealing of the Well of Tears? Or will they relent and join the conspiracy?

The Archons built their empire on the bones of the conquered, and they're always looking for fresh meat. Adam Henshaw is exactly what they need. He's strong, capable, and driven by a voracious hunger to learn. The Irala Academy could've been his chance to master the magic that would get him home...