He was a living weapon of destruction—immeasurably powerful, utterly invulnerable.
There was only one question: Was he human?
Dark Kensington had been dead for twenty-five years. It was a fact; everyone knew it. Then suddenly he reappeared, youthful, brilliant, ready to take over the Phoenix, the rebel group that worked to overthro...
Herbert was truly a gentleman robot. The ladies' slightest wish was his command....
When you have an engine with no fuel, and fuel without an engine, and a life-and-death deadline to meet, you have a problem indeed. Unless you are a stubborn Dutchman--and Jan Van Artevelde was the stubborne...
This could well have been Montcalm's greatest opportunity; a chance to bring mankind priceless gifts from worlds beyond. But Montcalm was a solid family man--and what about that nude statue in the park?
If Saranta wished to qualify as one who loved his fellow man, he should have known that often the most secretive things are the most obvious.
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