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One of the greatest figures of wisdom and knowledge in Indian history is Chanakya. Chanakya is regarded as a great thinker and diplomat in India who is traditionally identified as Kautilya or Vishnu Gupta. Originally a professor of economics and political science at the ancient Takshashila...

In a galaxy on the brink of war, Geddy must confront deadly aliens, powerful allies, and an ex-girlfriend. In Fleet Feat, the electrifying fifth installment of C. P. James's Reassembly series, the newly formed galactic Alliance teeters on the verge of war. But until Geddy and the crew find the...

Geddy's final mission is here: Save the universe or watch it burn. The Alliance dangles by its fingertips over the abyss of oblivion as the Zelnads rev up for their grand finale of destruction. Outgunned, outmaneuvered, and probably out of witty comebacks, our heroes embark on a suicide mission...

Following the devastating events in Wyndor, Torin dares to hope his enemies have finally set aside their hatreds. For a year, the draconic cult has been silent, allowing Torin and his companion to forge a new life in Skrithe, the realm of master swordsmiths and forgers. But their peace was always an illusion. While journeying to the far north of Westskyr—the edge of the known world—Torin learns of a catastrophic attack. His past returns to haunt him, and now the realms teeter on the brink of annihilation.

Admiral James Henry faces a serious dilemma. Curall has already made deep inroads throughout Independent Space. While distracted fighting the League, the Jalm’tar Empire waged a clandestine war using the highly addictive substance—with far deadlier consequences. Billions across the galaxy face an excruciating death without a constant supply of the drug for which there is no known antidote. To keep the tap flowing, one planet’s leadership intends to roll the dice and adopt the Jalm’tar’s terms despite their onerous constraints.

Admiral James Henry has traded a war of weapons for one cloaked in diplomacy as leader of the fledgling Independent Systems Fleet. Fighting alongside the Terran Coalition to rid the Sagittarius Arm of tyranny was the easy part. Now forced into the political arena, he’s never missed the freewheeling spacer’s life more.

Uh, hi. I’m Oisin. Not to brag, but I’ve written a few fantasy novels that boast only the most scathing of reviews. This one’s different, though. It happened to me. Well, me and a few other people you meet in the first few chapters. Eedee (she owns the comic book store I work at) and I were just having fun making our own graphic novel, and bam! Suddenly we and a couple shoppers are sucked into another world that’s technically a version of Earth. Swords, sorcery, the whole deal. Oh, and it’s the one we were just drawing and writing about.

Victoria Defau Trahan, a reserved forty-year-old eccentric and recluse, has spent over two decades attempting to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite struggling with profound social anxieties. However, this fragile equilibrium is shattered and she is suddenly thrust into a nightmare after receiving distressing news concerning her estranged twenty-two-year-old daughter, London.

Reunited with his brother and his old crew, Pax finally has a home base, the lost headquarters of the ancient light mages. But it’s a shattered relic, barely functioning after generations of neglect. While he and his crew work to restore its power and uncover its secrets, the rebellion’s leaders make one thing painfully clear: they see Pax as a tool, not a leader. His magic is valuable, but his voice is unwelcome.

Everybody has them, including me, and mine run deeper than most. Not even my twin knows what I keep hidden. But life has a way of uncovering details and yanking them into the light for all the world to see. Despite being a hacker extraordinaire, I can’t stop what’s coming for me and mine. When evil finds me, I’m forced to lean on my twin and Saints Purgatory MC, but I need more than what they can offer. I need support, not a full-blown takeover. I need… liberation. Unable to get what is necessary from my usual sources, my saving grace comes from two of the most unlikely of places.

What J.S. Nathaniel found wasn't a manuscript. It was a life mid-sentence; raw hope written in the dark, dreams deferred like letters with no address, beauty pressed so close to pain you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. He didn't clean it up. He didn't finish what she started. He made something else: a sketchbook. An act of witness. Ten hours of voices moving through what was never meant to be heard.