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The war didn’t end when the Gehenna retreated. It just got quieter—and quieter is worse. On Mars, in the alien-human fortress we call The Roar, we’re preparing for their return. Training harder, leveling up, and waiting for the silence to shatter. I’m James Thorne, Psyker, Cleansed, and despite hitting Level 10, someone who can’t catch a break.

Mars is gone, my friends are in need of a rescue, and I’m running out of options unless I do something monumentally dangerous. Turns out, that’s my specialty. When the dust settled, humanity’s greatest stronghold was nothing but rubble. They took Rachel. They took Stormfall. They took everyone I cared about, and they left me alive. Big mistake. To save my friends, I’ll fight through alien death ships, outsmart a traitor who sold us out, and probably set something important on fire. And if I’m lucky—if I don’t die horribly—I might just send the Gehenna a message they’ll never forget.

My name is James Thorne, and I wasn't supposed to matter. Before the invasion, I was just a guy in a dead-end job, keeping my head down and my past buried. The Gehenna want our annihilation. Thankfully, they angered the Aetherion who may help humanity not only fight back, but turn the tide. When I’m offered the chance to be Cleansed, to become something more than I was, I take it. And it turns out I’m special. No, I’m not the Chosen One. And yes, there are others like me, but as a Psyker, I can do things most can't. Things that make me very dangerous.

I should be dead. But instead I’m leading a crew of survivors—some human, some…less so—straight into an intergalactic war. Packing a stolen warship, a handful of seriously Levelled up warriors, and the System whispering in my head, I think we’re up for wreking a little havoc...

Private Jake Elliott was apprehensive as he walked to the commander’s office. He couldn’t think of a single transgression that would have attracted the major’s attention. When he left the command building 10 minutes later, he was still numbed by the short visit. Tomorrow, he would no longer be a cavalryman, but would be returning to the family ranch outside of Fort Benton in Montana Territory. But it was the reason he was being discharged before his enlistment expired that had been the biggest shock.

Jake Ramsay, eldest son of the chief of Clan Grant, has always felt the weight of his sire's shadow. Tales of Alexander Grant's prowess are whispered throughout the Highlands, and Alex's loving marriage to Jake's mother, Maddie, is equally legendary. Jake's not sure he can live up to his birthright, but when he rescues a beautiful, strong-willed lass from a horrible fate, such concerns start to seem inconsequential. He becomes consumed with the need to protect the lass, Aline, and punish the man who hurt her.

Sixteen-year-old Jake Livingston sees dead people everywhere. But he can't decide what's worse: being a medium forced to watch the dead play out their last moments on a loop or being at the mercy of racist teachers as one of the few Black students at St. Clair Prep. Both are a living nightmare he wishes he could wake up from. But things at St. Clair start looking up with the arrival of another Black student - the handsome Allister - and for the first time, romance is on the horizon for Jake. Unfortunately, life as a medium is getting worse.

This is a story about me, Lily. And me, Jake. We're twins and we're exactly alike. Not exactly! Whatever. This is a book we wrote about the summer we turned eleven and Jake ditched me. Please. I just started hanging out with some guys in the neighborhood. Right. So anyway, this is a book about: Goobers and supergoobers. Bullies. Clubhouses. True friends. Things getting built and wrecked and rebuilt. And about figuring out who we are.