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On an Earth decimated by war, a lone gunslinger delivers justice, protecting the innocent and righting the wrongs of a broken world. Some call him lawman. Some call him madman. Some call him vigilante. Some call him killer. Some call him legend.

After narrowly escaping destruction, Nicholas and his crew find themselves flung far across the universe with no way home. When a distress call from a nearby planet catches their attention, they decide to investigate with the hope the signal is somehow connected to their arrival. It isn’t long before the truth of Foresight’s mission comes into clearer focus, and Nicholas doesn’t like what he sees. He already knows there’s something disturbing about the circumstances of their escape. The truth is more unsettling than he could have ever imagined.

Nicholas and his crew escape the frying pan only to find themselves thrust into the fire. Forced to choose between an unsavory alliance and imprisonment, they’re about to be pushed deeper into the crucible with no idea who or what to trust. The only thing they know for sure is that no one expects them to survive....

Crippled and left for dead, Nicholas and his crew find a glimmer of hope in an unexpected new ally. Down but not out, if they want to finish what they’ve started, they’ll need to return to Earth. Only it’s not the Earth they knew and the hardest battle is still to come.

The Courtenay family is cursed, and doomed to repeat their cycle of despicable acts against their fellow man, all in the name of continuing their lineage. The curse comes in the form of the figure known as the Trickerjack, who serves the Devil to steal souls from the living. The family he was born from are far from normal. Fear, obsession, torture. They all exist as everyday activities for them. The stories in past releases House of Courtenay and Blackgang are brought together to tell the Courtenay origin story from a new perspective, along with three brand-new tales.

No sport has been more associated with America’s sense of itself, with its identity, than baseball. No sport has been so inextricably bound with America’s traditions—with its notions of democracy and fair play—than baseball. And no professional sport in America has been as dramatically connected to social change as Major League Baseball when it became racially integrated the moment Jackie Robinson took the field with the Brooklyn Dodgers on April 15, 1947.

IT HAD TO BE THE DEVIL'S LUCK! How else did they slip the dragnet setup by the most elite crime-fighting organizations in the world. Questions remained: where were they now, and what were their intentions? Robert McCall, renegade son of Nemesis Chairman Trey McCall, escaped Canada and was hiding in the States. Delusional and quite insane, convinced he was the second coming of the infamous criminal Lucky Richards, he was on a mission to carry out a multigenerational vendetta against Nemesis and the McCall family.

I am Mathieu Baptiste or at least what is still left of him. I am Chef de Bataillon, what the British call a Major. But as I walk, horseless through knee deep snow, rank is of no consequence. I started out on a fine ebony stallion commanding the 1st Squadron or the 1st "Elite". We rode on the blacks, 5th company on browns and blacks. But none of us ride now. All the horses are long gone in the army of Little Boney, Napoleon Bonaparte. We are on foot from now on. This is the story of a small French Calvary unit walking in retreat back out of Russia.

Old men. Perhaps outdated men. But, definitely not, men ready for the junkyard. Not by a long shot. Old but far from broken. Men with fire and zest for life. Dangerous, tough, unyielding wise guys. Mob hitmen, some who still have a soul. Fine food and great memories. Dinner with the mob. A real suppertime serenade. Put a bunch of older wise guys in a room with pasta, booze, and cigars, then watch the stories flow. Golden memories of murder and mayhem. Some memories that the Feds got. But most that Omerta never revealed. Sit back, relax.