DeenaRhork. He's a space pirate. The bad kind. But he's also been my only source of company for the past rotation that I've been held captive.Halfway across the

MiariBlue skin. Seven feet. Strapped with corded muscle, the aliens have come again but this time, their king is here and he's watching me with hunger.A hybrid

He has no idea I can speak his language, or that I know he calls me mine. I'm awoken after a thousands' year sleep to a brutal world ruled by a male who may be

MianDon't run. Don't fight. Just hide. That's all we can do against the Sasor barbarian horde - huge megalithic aliens, born to fight, who can shape shift at wi

SveraThere are a few things my Tri-God did not prepare me for. The first - Niahhorru pirates. They want the coordinates to an unprotected human satellite and I