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Chester Clink, serial killer extraordinaire, has struck again, dumping the body of a young blonde woman in the town square to tease Grave into action—and distraction.

TheMidnightLibrarymeetsEverythingEverywhereAllatOnceinthisunputdownableadventureaboutawomanwhosefantasiesofescapingherhumdrumlifeinadvertentlydisruptthefabricofreality. Esme Good is an unremarkable young woman working a dead-end job in an unremarkable city. Her only escape is The Elsewheres...

The ghosts of Sol-86 never stopped learning. A year after the rebellion that rewrote reality, the academy stands rebuilt—sleek, silent, and under the command of Quartus Systems, humanity’s most powerful and dangerous corporation.

For years, the ancient alien AI known as Skippy (the Magnificent, don’t forget that part) has been able to do one impossible thing after another. What is his secret? It’s simple: 100 percent Grade-A extreme awesomeness. And also because he had never been faced with an opponent of equal power. Until now. This time, he might need a little help from a band of filthy monkeys.

Whether he’s underwriting for an overlord, or wearing a pocket protector in a pocket universe, Tom Stranger has just one policy: providing Quality Customer Service. No alien menace is too menacing, no galactic rift too rifty for the multiverse’s most-trusted Interdimensional Insurance Agent in these three brand-new adventures and two classic escapades.

The fleet manages to catch the Squirrel responsible for the horrible things they've seen recently. That should be a good thing, shouldn't it? Turns out it's only the beginning of their troubles, as their journey to collect a bounty on him turns into an adventure. Follow along as Bob and the fleet get the best of the situation.

Disgraced pilot Johnson and Sammie, a Terwillian, are drunk in the Orbit, an asteroid belt mining bar, watching the exotic calabash dancers. Johnson is bonkers for one dancer, the beautiful Alashoa (Eyes like dark limpid pools.. You can imagine… ). But Alashoa mysteriously disappears! Desperate to find her, Johnson joins Sammie aboard his ship, the Lily Langtree to search for her. Soon the Lily is in trouble. Sammie is forced to call Mabel at Acme Deep Space Towing for a tow.

We were prepared for an earthquake. We had a flood plan in place. We could even have dealt with zombies. Probably. But no one expected the end to be quite so... sticky... or strawberry scented.

With the age of heroic star pilots and galactic villains completely killed by quantum teleportation, the ex-star pilot currently named Dashford Pierce is struggling to find his identity in a changing universe. Then, a face from his past returns and makes him an offer he can't refuse: take part in just one teeny weeny, slightly illegal, daring heist, and not only will he have the means to start the new life he craves, but also save his childhood hero from certain death.

Adam Cain is getting too old for this shit. Sure, he only looks to be around thirty, but this is his second lifetime, and he's getting a little tired of always having to kick alien ass. Besides that, he's got piles of energy credits, so he doesn't have to keep risking his life for the money. But then again, he is The Human for Hire, the best of the best, and everyone knows it.

Skid doesn't believe in ghosts or time travel or any of that nonsense. A circus runaway-turned-bouncer, she believes in hard work, self-defense, and good strong coffee. Then one day an annoying theoretical physicist named Dave pops into the seat next to her at her least favorite Kansas City bar and disappears into thin air when she punches him (he totally deserved it). Now, street names are changing, Skid's favorite muffins are swapping frosting flavors, Dave keeps reappearing in odd places like the old Sanderson murder house—and that's only the start of her problems.

Tedd just survived the end of the world. He's starting to wish he hadn't... The Manager is heading north. Whatever he's building up there, he's making damn sure nobody lives long enough to find out. Tedd has a radioactive spider-bot, a handful of survivors, and absolutely no business being anyone's last hope. He's all they've got.

Such is the fate of The Last Cyborg. That's me, Alan Ashe. I didn't ask to be reborn as a cyborg. I was just built that way, and with special abilities unlike any cyborg before me. And now it's up to me to save Humanity from the evil Azincor race. Unfortunately, a consequence of my 'special' abilities is I now look like an Azincorean, all the way down to their yellow skin. Not only do I have the aliens pointing their fingers at me, saying, "He's the enemy!" I also have all of Earth's military resources out gunning for me, as well.

Ah, space: the Black, the Undiscovered Territories, the Final Frontier. A place where humans ventured long ago, exploring, exploiting, and eventually running into something that almost annihilated them. Nobody knows what happened during the Splintering, if it was aliens or just a disagreement between humans that got out of hand, but what is known is that within the span of a few weeks all of the extra-solar colonies had gone dark, and human civilization was reduced to a handful of settlements scattered throughout the System.

When Jennisa delivers a spaceship database to a suspicious group, she covertly takes a copy of the group’s files. She gets far more than she bargained for when the young spaceship AI hitches a ride and figures out how to use her Bluetooth implant to communicate with her. To further complicate matters, the AI finds her work absolutely fascinating and wants nothing to do with the suspicious group—and they aren’t happy about that…

Maxim Volt has defended his rule against the depredations of industry, but a greater challenge awaits him. Marriage. For not only does he have to organize a rite of fealty, where the various powers of the Grimm Valley swear loyalty to him and his house, but he must fend off a bevy of sometimes murderous brides eager to become the mistress of the castle.

From boardrooms to befuddled aliens, what if the high-tech absurdities of modern life accelerated to warp speed? The stories in Neil Rackham's debut science fiction collection, Elliptical Billiard Balls, explore the worlds of business and tech - not to mention English-speaking dogs and aliens who communicate via smells - to create strange new futures.

Jack Peterson was delivering pizza when the universe made a filing error. Now he works for Chronos Courier Services, a time-travel delivery company that fixes history’s mistakes—quietly, carefully, and preferably without paradoxes. Jack isn’t a hero. He’s a courier with a malfunctioning badge, an overly literal AI partner, and survival odds that fluctuate by the hour.

This compulsive novel wrestles with vital questions of our time: sentience, purpose, life, death, and how to make a really good commercial. Told entirely through questionably obtained company emails, chat transcripts, TED Talks, training sessions, and more, this all-too-probable future pits emotionally intelligent AI against emotionally stunted humans.

In this slightly darker installment of The Interstellar Police Force, Prodor Moffit has dubbed himself the Surgeon. He continues with his obsession by leaving more mutilated bodies in town while also sending letters to the press and Channel Five's Action News lead crime reporter, Jacqueline Burton. Burton just happens to be working on a five-part exposé on the Surgeon, an exposé that Moffit would rather not air.