Frank Carlson Library

Southport has fallen, and the claws of the Myriad crawl ever closer to the vulnerable city of New Panama. They reproduce endlessly, consuming their local environment and turning it into new soldiers.The Immortals expend tonne after tonne of ammunition fighting a perfectly evolved bioweapon that cares nothing for casualties. The days wear at them. Their systems begin to fail. And always, always, the Myriad advance.Nicholas Caddy must fight to save...

Ever since the Founding, Colonial settlers whispered of ghost ships; silent, empty vessels drifting between the stars, steel tombs for their crew. Ships that set out from Earth and, for whatever reason, never made it to the stars.The causes were innumerable. A leaking reactor. A pathogen. An unstable passenger who took a knife and obeyed the voices in her head.Or worse.Recruited into the mysterious Synapse Foundation, Nicholas Caddy-still bearing...

Almost ten thousand ships come into Southport, the largest spaceport in the Colonies, every single day. Nestled in amongst those legitimate shipments are hijacked ships, people smugglers, contraband, drugs, and worse.The Immortals are sent to look for the worst. Hostile, alien creatures which consume everything in their path. If they make landfall on Polema, the devastation they may cause is unfathomable.Nicholas Caddy is assigned a straightforward...

Kwame Bahati donated his body to science. Pieces of him were removed for this and that; his kidneys were used to test a new medicine, his torso for training surgeons, and various other organs were designated as transplants for those who refused synthetic body parts for religious reasons.But his brain was sent to somewhere else entirely.A short story set in the Universe of War, twenty four years before the events of Symphony of War: The Polema Campaign....

Are the conspiracy theorists both right and wrong? Could it be that Roswell and Area 51 are just red herrings? That governments are hiding not past contacts but the prospect of a dangerous future contact? This is the story of two remarkable young women and their journey of discovery. Set against that background, without knowing why their work is supported by world governments, they will lead humans to the stars.

Peace in our time.The Toralii guns are silent. Humanity's home of Velsharn is secure. There are no more battles. No more wars. The machinations of a dying man have traded a single life for a species; Captain Melissa Liao's world is four iron walls and pain, but her suffering buys life for mankind. Her legacy is one of struggle, selflessness, and sacrifice.Held in the grasp of the Toralii Alliance, she takes little comfort in this. Is this the swansong...

"Never again attempt to develop this kind of technology."It is with these words that an unknown alien attacker destroys the Earth cities of Tehran, Sydney and Beijing. Fifty million people die... and nothing is ever the same again.Some call them Demons, some call them Aliens, but to Chinese Naval Captain Melissa Liao they are the enemy. She is given command of one of three great warships built to fight the "demons", the TFR Beijing.Her task is simple....

Drawn to a desert world by the legacy of a traitor, the crew of the TFR Beijing discover something abandoned, something forgotten... something mysterious.Buddha once said, "An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast...... for a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind."The scars of betrayal runs deep... and Captain Melissa Liao will find out just how far the slighted will go for revenge.Book...

My name is Demon. I'm a good boy. I'm a good boy because my human, Emily, tells me so.One day, terrible lightning and thunder comes to Polema, and even more terrible things follow in its wake. Normally when storms come, the humans are not scared and comfort me.This time they are terrified.So now its me who has to be brave. I will protect my human, and I will be a good boy. No matter how scary the thunder or the monsters are.A short story set in the...

It's 2037. I'm Mike Williams, but you can call me 'Magnet'. Everyone else does. It's short for 'Chick Magnet', which is good old-fashioned military humour at its finest. At age fifteen, my face picked a fight with the propeller of my family's boat, on a shoal near Broome, off Western Australia. It was an accident, but, needless to say, the propeller won.Twelve years later, I was a not-so-ruggedly-handsome fighter pilot assigned to the TFR Sydney....