The LaNague Federation Series

Meet Peter LaNague - citizen of the planet Tolive, devotee of the Kyfho philosophy, revolutionary agent provocateur. But LaNague's planning a revolution. One that not only topples the entrenched Outworld Imperium, but fundamentally alters every outworlder’s concept of government as well. To accomplish this he must ally himself with a madman, trust the word of the last of Sol System’s robber barons, make incisive use of the consummate warriors from the planet Flint without letting them run amok, confound at every turn the omnipresent forces of the Imperium, and make it rain money.

A monstrous conspiracy is brewing against the LaNague Federation and the freedoms it guarantees to its member planets - at least that’s what Old Pete says. He’s come to the offices of Interstellar Business Advisors, a firm he co-founded more than half a century before, to enlist the aid of its current CEO, Josephine Finch. Dubious at first, Jo humors the old man by promising to look into the matter. She does not have to look far before she is convinced that something is afoot, something involving a revolutionary means of interstellar travel.

Steven Dalt should have died in that cave on the planet Kwashi. After all, as the natives say, of 1,000 people attacked by the cave-dwelling alaret, 999 will die. Dalt survives, but not without personal cost: He has picked up a passenger - an alien intelligence transferred itself from the alaret to take up residence in his brain. Steven Dalt will never be alone again.  

Where the cream of humanity has left for the outworlds, leaving the rest behind; where genetically redesigned T-rexes have supplanted pit bulls; population control measures have created an underclass of Urchins, unlicensed children who have no rights - not even the right to exist; where wireheads with chips in their brains live vicariously through the downloaded experiences of others; and where the UN has been turned into a brothel known as Dydeetown, peopled by clones of famous personalities from history and entertainment.

Heroes don’t always look the part. He was a tery - a lean, bearish creature with no name that the human soldiers left for dead, just another dumb animal on their extermination list. But he didn’t die. Animals weren’t the only beings on the list. Certain humans were marked for extinction as well. A fugitive band found him and brought him back from the brink. He became their pet, their mascot. And still he had no name. He was simply “the tery”. He soon learned that these were no ordinary humans and learned too that he was no ordinary tery.