When it all began, it was just supposed to be a game: seven college students sitting down for an evening of role playing. But a real wizard intervened, and the students found themselves in a world where magic worked-too well-and caught up in a battle between the forces of slavery and freedom. Yea...
It had begun as an evening of fantasy gaming - college students passing the time. Then the impossible happened: the players found themselves transported into the bodies and personae of their game characters - trapped in an alternate world where magic worked all too well, dragons were a fire-brea...
Kami is twice trapped by this rigid caste system. He is a peasant in love with a beautiful daughter of the upper classes. And he is an acrobat with no magical talent for acrobatics.But when he is falsely accused of a nobleman's murder, Kami must defy tradition and find his own special power - and...
The crudest, most ruthless officer in the Thousand World Contact Service, Major Alonzo Norfeldt--alias the Dutchman--finds himself pitted against the most cunning and deadly of intergalactic aliens . . . while partnered with an idiotic greenhorn.
To maintain the integrity of their reputation as the galaxy's mercenary elite, the soldiers of the barren world of Metzada adhere to a rigid code of loyalty and honor reminiscent of their Jewish-Israeli ancestors. When a veteran soldier apparently betrays the code, it becomes the ongoing task of ...
Effective immediately, by order of the commander of the 2nd Division of the Casalingpaesesercito (hereinafter CPE), Company P of the 21st Battalion, 10th Brigade CPE is detached from the CPE and attached to the MMC Expeditionary force for a period of five (5) days. 2. You are herewith detached fr...
There's a story or two about that, but they'll have to wait, just a bit.* * *We stopped to trade at Artiven, bobbing safely at anchor offshore, while the launch took Erol Lyneian and some trade goods ashore—a few bundles of Sciforth ironwood, a couple of hogsheads of horrible-smelling Fenevarian ...
As long as it’s somebody else’s personal discomfort, of course. — Walter Slovotsky THE NIGHT WAS cold, and the short, hard rains just after sunset had left everything painfully damp. Cold and damp and dark: now, that was something Kethol was familiar with. There was a rea...