Magic doesn't exist, but something else does . . .
Given the chance to at last snag the hot office assistant he's been after, Jake sets into motion a snowball of events that lead him to strange new worlds-some not of this realm-and to truths not meant to be discovered.
With it, humanity dares to challenge the ancients.
Now Earth's Legions must fight for all.
Branded a hero after the victory on Atlas, Jake Adlar is honored with a personal introduction to the Legion's Legate.
Easy. What could possibly go wrong?
Then he'd be free to confront the deranged, body-snatching Centurion in league with the Synths and save some lives.
Meanwhile, the sleeks, who showed up as Earth's saviors only to make humanity their slaves, have enlisted the Legion's services in a mercenary gig.
The Synths have broken their contract and the sleeks want their property repossessed.
Except it isn't air-cars on the chopping block, but living beings, and the sleeks have an agenda of their own.
Well, Jake has something to say about that. He might not be able to bring back the dead, but he can avenge them.
For most on Earth the war was over. For him, it's just beginning . . .
Jake Adlar's goals in life were simple-possibly nonexistent. All he wanted was to fly a desk. Hence, he'd joined the Space Force, the service with the most extensive array of Earth-side clerical specialties.
All he needed to make him happy was an office, a computer, his favorite coffee mug, and a never-ending pile of requisitions.
Then a pretty woman came along. Perhaps a drink or ten. Next thing Jake knew, he's shipped off to the Legions, doomed to fight in the seemingly endless war raging throughout the galaxy.
Now, survival tops the chart. Except that isn't so easy to do in the Legions, where everyone's a killer, officers are as merciless as the enemy, and dark schemes and secrets brood within the ranks.
Don't miss the start of this action-packed military sci-fi series from debut M. V. Viltch. Perfect for fans of Joshua Dalzelle, Rick Partlow, and Marko Kloos.
