Tales of the Bringer of Urrinan had been told for generations, but never had the prophecy felt so near to so many. Elan wasn’t sure if she even believed one man could cause the sort of upheaval that would change the world. And yet, just as the prophecy foretold, dark forces were on the rise—including the many Spali warbands raiding across the borderlands. It was in pursuit of one such warband when Elan’s host discovered the hidden compound of the Outcast.

Warren is just a guardsman with a haunted past eager for a new castle to defend. All that changes when he's summoned to the edges of the kingdom, where walls protect cities against the diabolical foes of the wildlands. His mission is simple: save the Dragon Farm he just inherited, settle down as a lord, and help his new city thrive. As a soldier who normally lives by the blade, he's out of his element but up to the task... especially since tame dragons seem to like him.

Ben, Chloe, Mark, and the others are off on another adventure, back where they had just stopped one interplanetary war. Now, they are searching for the mystery ship. What could it be up to? They rescue two new beings, but things go awry as their planet doesn't even want them back. Then they discover some more refugees, only some are not what they claim to be, and they land in the middle of another war, all while planning a wedding between Meera and Dylan. After that, the ship finds a derelict that looks like it came out of a 1950s campy movie, only one that someone shot full of holes.

In a world where steel and sorcery clash, Kron Darkbow stands at the crossroads of despair and destiny. Stricken by the heart-wrenching loss of his beloved, who lies in an eternal sleep beyond the reach of even the most potent healing magics, Kron's spirit is shattered. Yet, the city of Bond is on the brink of chaos, and its fate rests in his hands. New and old enemies converge upon the city, their sights set on seizing control of its streets. Kron, once a formidable force, seems indifferent to the turmoil. As he battles with his own sorrow, dark alliances threaten to overthrow the fragile ...

Maxim Volt worked very hard NOT to become the local madman. He didn’t plot doom upon his enemies (even when they deserved it). He didn’t stitch together monsters with parts 'recycled' from the local graveyard. Why, he barely allowed himself a maniacal laugh or two! And yet, he still somehow ended up getting kicked out of university, banished from the family estate, and inheriting a decrepit castle high in the mountains of Eastern Europe, complete with a spooky but devoted maid.