Résultats pour "Matthew Lewis" dans Science-fiction

As a child, Chris Hooper dreamed of monsters. But in deep space, he found only darkness and isolation. Then, on planet LV178, he and his fellow miners discovered a storm-scoured, sand-blasted hell - and trimonite, the hardest material known to man. When a shuttle crashes into the mining ship Marion, the miners learn that there was more than trimonite deep in the caverns.

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.

The final year at Lander has finally arrived for the Melbrook students and their peers, and with it comes a whole new set of challenges. Still reeling from the events of their junior year, the remaining students will have to push past their pain—and so much more—if they hope to be one of the ten to claim the title of Hero upon graduation. Constant tests and trials await the senior students. Beyond simulated missions and classes, they’ll also have to buckle down to learn about agents, prospective teams, internships, and other seemingly endless elements of being a Hero.

Greed and Fear, two emotions that rule both individuals...and Countries. Now, China has decided that they will do whatever it takes to acquire TQB technology. There was a glaring flaw in their plan. When they kill an unborn little baby in a raid, the Queen Bitch is Released. Now, China has two options...Kill Bethany Anne, or Sue For Peace.

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.

The Leath are fighting for their Gods, but Bethany Anne is fighting for freedom. Then, the Leath make a very fatal mistake. On another planet, the Leath dishonor the Etheric Empire's warriors and Bethany Anne unleashes her new avatar and there will be hell to pay.

It is finished... Sweat dripping off her brow as the threads started long ago start to fuse together. It’s time to make plans, hide the truth, and get the HELL off her throne. But how to accomplish creating a federation when those coming together want to gut her empire? Anyone who understands the Queen Bitch knows she won't accept that condition without a fight. However, to accomplish meeting her love again in a system far away, she will accomplish the impossible. Her eyes start to glow red. No one will stop her from getting back to Michael.

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.

My name’s James Thorne. I used to be someone, once—Psyker, Apex-ranked, battle-tested. Now I’m just another ghost drifting through the black, looking for somewhere quiet to land. We find Dresen. Dust-choked, half-dead mining town on the edge of nowhere. It looks like peace. Smells like rot. The local militia’s too clean. Their weapons are too new. And the mines? Something down there still breathes. Worse, it’s hungry.

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.

I’m James Thorne—Level 25 Psyker Apex—and I’m bouncing back from a pretty catastrophic battle on Rithos. The thing is, I’m stranded deep within a hostile jungle crawling with things that want to eat me. I’m going to survive this jungle. I’m going to survive the Emperor. And I’m absolutely not going down quietly.

Only a lucky few possess the gene necessary for function during interstellar travel. Those that possess it often end up in a landscape of danger, intrigue, and wealth. Without protection from the dangers in the galaxy, everything would collapse. The same as it has been since the dawn of civilization, soldiers are needed to keep society safe. Benjamin Owens wants to join the Interspace marines simply to get away from a dull life on a mud-soaked planet. With a few good friends, and a trusty laser rifle, hell set off to make his mark on the stars, and make a few credits along the way.

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...

The mysterious and glamorous Lady De Winter is one of their most valuable agents. A despicable murder inside a locked and bolted room on the Rue Morgue in Paris is just the start. This whirlwind adventure will take Milady to the highest and lowest parts of that great city—and cause her to question the very nature of reality itself.