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People who embrace justice as much as she does. Her people. One team, holding villainy at bay, even if they are demons from the past come back to haunt them all. A Queen. Two colonels. A contract that's too easy. A vacation gone awry. Enemies and allies. Terry and Char find themselves trapped. Here comes Bethany Anne. Here comes the Bad Company.

A derelict warship, ancient but still alive. A small team of humans fighting for all humanity. Built for a time when the races were just finding their way to the stars, finding that they could dominate others. The galactic conquests created the arms race and the ancients, the Progenitors had to protect their own. They built a ship to drive the others away.

Ian Bragg is thrust into a world in between. An operator AND a manager. Can he teach morality to professional hit men? Know when a target needs to be taken down and when to walk away. What happens when operators get together? One place. One time. Will any of them live to see a new day? Jenny works to keep Ian sane just until she gets in the line of fire. Ian unleashes on his new reality, changing the world by his force of will alone.

Dismantling the Blood Trade wasn't the end, but the beginning. Everything the Magistrates do has been called into question. Do they have probable cause? Are they respecting a suspect's right against self-incrimination? The ambassadors have questions, and they think they know the answers, but only the Magistrates know the truth. Called before the Federation Council, the collective body for discussing matters that affect all member planets, Magistrate Rivka Anoa is put under the spotlight to answer for all she had done.

Proceed to Antares Sector and engage the Antigeneses. Prevent their expansion beyond the Antares buffer zone. Keep us safe and protect us from their encroachment into our space. Drive them back and make them fear to come forward once more. Your bravery is legendary. You will be remembered in future history as those who refused to bow, like the knights and paladins of old. Stand tall before our enemies and tell them in a firm voice backed by a firmer hand – you shall not pass. The only aliens in human space will be those we allow and none others. Secure this victory for all mankind.

A worldwide conspiracy dismantles civilization one city at a time. What could you do about it? Who would you leave behind? Even if you were the mayor… Cory Beringer returns in a new confrontation that leaves Fairbanks struggling, suffering, and unable to get back on its feet. Trials, tribulations, conflict, a newly hostile media, and wishful thinkers stand in Cory’s way. He never wanted to be mayor, but since he was, he would do the best job he could. The people had put their trust in him.

The arrogance of success. The criminality of using it to crush people under one's thumb. A license to destroy. More than a single life, entire cultures replaced. For a few credits more. Find the crime! Rivka can't touch him or can she? Will he allow it? In this part of space, he calls the shots. The Federation is on the outside looking in. From the frontier, a single business starts to take over. Not a crime family, like Nefas, but a single individual forcing people to sell their souls. Unlimited power. Like Satan has returned and demanded payment.

Die Vestrall schlagen zurück, aber die Leviathan stellt sich ihnen in den Weg. Derweil eröffnet Major Payne eröffnet eine neue Front in diesem Krieg. Sein Ziel ist nichts Geringeres, als die Verbündeten der Vestrall gegen sie aufzubringen, um der Galaxie endlich Frieden zu bringen. Doch die Vestrall haben Geheimnisse. Der Krieg wird weitergehen, weil es das ist, was ihren Plänen am meisten dient. Um ihn zu durchkreuzen, muss sich die Menschheit endlich ihrem wahren Feind stellen.

A crime against all—stealing one's life blood. It prolongs life! It gives strength and power. Such exotic luxuries come at a high price. Those who have been drained? "Donors" but not quite volunteers. That's why they're kidnapped, never to be heard from again. Taken from their families and removed from existence. Who would do such a thing? Do the ones paying for this blood know where it comes from?

A serial killer the likes of whom hasn't been seen in centuries. A pretender who has outdone the master. Fifty planets. The dead are screaming for vengeance and only Rivka and her team can hear their cries. The Singularity. The Magistrate and her crew. How many more must die before the killer can be brought to justice? The battle of wits has begun, and only one can survive. Win or die trying. Rivka has to dig deeper than ever before into her investigative skills to figure out who's next and how to stop the one masquerading as . . . Jack the Ripper.

Die Leviathan steht allein gegen zahlreiche Gegner in einem tausendjährigen Krieg. Die Vestrall haben die uralte Zivilisation der Progenitoren aus der Galaxis vertrieben und nun sind sie drauf und dran, auch die Menschheit in die Knie zu zwingen. Doch das uralte Schlachtschiff unter dem Kommando von Declan Payne gibt sich nicht geschlagen und gemeinsam beginnen sie eine Suche nach den Herrschern des Blaze-Kollektivs. Die führt sie tausend Lichtjahre hinter die feindlichen Linien zur ehemaligen Heimat der mysteriösen Aliens. Werden sie die Spuren finden, nach denen sie suchen, um den Feind aufspüren und vernichten zu können?

The Trans-Pacific Task Force is getting ready to deploy but they don't have what they need. Someone's been skimming. A contract won through mistruths. Incomplete payments limiting the army's readiness. Colonel Marcie Walton is angry and calling anyone who will answer. Magistrate Rivka Anoa is on the job and thrown into the middle of two shooting wars. Which way is up? Chaz and Dennicron explore a wider galaxy while Ankh and Floyd get some prime time. Rivka drops the gavel and delivers the judgments.

The Singularity enters the Federation. Its citizens are AIs. And no one knows how to treat them. From collaborations to master-slave, every relationship is different, when they shouldn't be. The AIs fight back, but on a level none of the other members understand. The fight starts slowly, but when the realization of what's happening hits too close to home, more extraordinary measures are called for. What is the legal framework in which everyone can coexist peacefully? Who better to build it than Rivka and the Magistrates?

Das uralte Schlachtschiff Leviathan ist längst in Vergessenheit geraten, als Major Declan Payne mit seinem Team an Bord geschickt wird, um es zu reaktivieren. Das Blaze-Kollektiv, ein Zusammenschluss feindseliger Alienspezies, bedroht den Fortbestand der Menschheit, und der Major soll herausfinden, ob eine der mächtigsten Waffen aus der kriegerischen Vergangenheit einer früheren Zivilisation noch funktioniert.

A planet in dispute. Farmers vs miners, and no one knows the full story. The Federation sends Rivka and her team to resolve a case of settlers squatting on a remote planet when the owners finally came calling. Not what it seems. Three generations of settlers and more. A planet that isn't as welcoming as it appears. Crops coming ripe. Miners ready to dig. Tempers flare as the sides face off. Until the Magistrate gets in the middle of it with all the firepower at her command—the law, a calm voice, and a good railgun.

The High Chancellor puts Rivka on the trail of serial art thieves. Dismantle the ring. Recover the art. Put the thieves behind bars, thieves who stay one step ahead. Insiders? Or maybe outsiders with inside knowledge? No suspects. No clues. Rivka has to use all the resources at her command—her gift, her people, her ship, and tools that no one else has access to. Rivka has to chase the criminals across the galaxy to exotic planets with their own challenges when it comes to solving the crime. The big question is can Rivka find the criminals before they disappear forever?

Rivka and her crew take a much-deserved vacation, but find themselves on a jungle planet, cut off from the rest of the galaxy. Part by design, but mostly not. Isn't that what a good vacation is supposed to be, disconnected from the rigors of everyday life? Until no one can hear your calls for help. The team has to resolve Yindle and Yangor's dispute before they can find a way home. A vacation turned into a case morphed into a fight for survival.

Shipyard deaths. Labor complaints. Fear. Intimidation. Rivka gets called in to sort things out, investigate the safety issues, mediate the dispute. What she finds isn't a negotiation at all. She puts on her Magistrate hat and gets to work sorting out crimes made to look like accidents. Her biggest challenge is finding out who is honest. Rivka ends up in a court of law, prosecutor and defender, fighting both sides of a new and intricate legal question. When fists and firepower have to give way to intellect and reason, Rivka and her team must rise to the challenge.

No respect for life. Or the law. It's the trade. In sentience. Run by the Corranites, creatures that have always traded in intelligent alien life. Bought and sold. Nothing more than property. Rivka is having none of it. With an eye toward taking the entire supply line down, she launches into the greater galaxy. All the way to the heart of the Federation. It's bigger than anyone knows. She calls all her friends and finds that she has woefully few. With a snarl and a mandate, she dives head first into the firepit of the Slave Trade.

Rivka's latest case has her hunting fugitives. Red is on a mission to find them and make them pay for what they've done. Her search leads her through dark warrens of political intrigue and ecological disasters. All the while, Rivka is swinging the scales of justice, judging the guilty, and delivering punishment. Villainy and scum have toe-holds throughout the galaxy, but Rivka doesn't mind stepping on their toes even when she's not judging them. She considers it her job because no one is above the law.