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A father and his son, a country apart. Time swirls and strange is a new normal. Believe it all. Trust none of it. Buck is driving for his life. Garth, too. Nowhere is safe as the dangers mount. Must get moving. Unless staying is better. Does anyone know the best choice? Make it up as you go because no one has gone through this before. The world becomes more and more hostile, but Buck and Garth aren't going to take it lying down.

After the main shipyard is heavily damaged, the enemy advances with a fresh offensive, and losses are piling up with no hope of building replacements. How can the surviving fleet stand up to the new onslaught? The Paragon have been weakened, but they still outnumber the humans. And now they're angry. Relics of the past. Mothballed ships and forgotten warriors, waiting for their names to be called again. The ship from a war fought long ago. Glory as a paradigm for the future.

Aliens are seizing planets at the edge of Berantz space. Earth Fleet sends an armada to investigate. They're never heard from again. Word reaches the Vestrall home planet of the encroachment. Declan Payne knows what has to be done—convince Leviathan to investigate. Peace through superior firepower, through the threat of annihilation. But Lev is retired. And so is Payne and his team. The choice is taken out of their hands.

Shipyard deaths. Labor complaints. Fear. Intimidation. Rivka gets called in to sort things out, investigate the safety issues, mediate the dispute. What she finds isn't a negotiation at all. She puts on her Magistrate hat and gets to work sorting out crimes made to look like accidents. Her biggest challenge is finding out who is honest. Rivka ends up in a court of law, prosecutor and defender, fighting both sides of a new and intricate legal question. When fists and firepower have to give way to intellect and reason, Rivka and her team must rise to the challenge.

No respect for life. Or the law. It's the trade. In sentience. Run by the Corranites, creatures that have always traded in intelligent alien life. Bought and sold. Nothing more than property. Rivka is having none of it. With an eye toward taking the entire supply line down, she launches into the greater galaxy. All the way to the heart of the Federation. It's bigger than anyone knows. She calls all her friends and finds that she has woefully few. With a snarl and a mandate, she dives head first into the firepit of the Slave Trade.

Rivka's latest case has her hunting fugitives. Red is on a mission to find them and make them pay for what they've done. Her search leads her through dark warrens of political intrigue and ecological disasters. All the while, Rivka is swinging the scales of justice, judging the guilty, and delivering punishment. Villainy and scum have toe-holds throughout the galaxy, but Rivka doesn't mind stepping on their toes even when she's not judging them. She considers it her job because no one is above the law.

The Ga'ee escaped, but aren't on the run. They are coming back, and when they return, it'll be with a vast armada of ten-kilometer-long ships with millions of drones. Next time would be for real. The invasion would mean the end of all life. Earth Fleet must rally the seven races. And Declan Payne and his team are at the front of the fight as Leviathan goes to war. While goliaths wrestle, the galaxy's fate hinges on the decisions of a small group of people putting their lives on the line for those who won't.

Trapped in Ga'ee space, Leviathan runs for its life. And the lives of its crew. Declan Payne and Harry Wesson decide to go on the offensive. They have no choice. They can't go home. It only delays the inevitable. The Ga'ee march relentlessly into the space of the seven races while turning an inward eye toward the interloper, the ship they call God1. They direct tens of thousands of Ga'ee carriers to destroy Leviathan. The silicon-based life forms have to be stopped. Declan Payne comes up with a plan, and no one is sold on it, but it's the only plan they have.

Alien ambassadors are dying. The locals are in over their heads. Or are they turning a blind eye? The Magistrates band together to learn about the law, each other, and even themselves. They still need outside help to solve the case. Who do they call? And Barnabas stops by to refuel and spin a tale. More training for the Magistrates. But duty takes them away. Another Ambassador is brutally murdered. Rivka takes her team to find the perp and end the violence.

No one runs a racket and gets away with it. Not in the Federation and not when it steals business from The Bad Company. Punish the interlopers! But justice must be served. Is it a racket? Or are they just better at business? Send in the Magistrate to investigate and apply the law. What will Rivka uncover? What justice will she deliver? Keep pulling the threads. See what unravels. They keep leading her . . . somewhere. She knows she has to follow. Even if it smells like a trap.

The High Chancellor puts Rivka on the trail of serial art thieves. Dismantle the ring. Recover the art. Put the thieves behind bars, thieves who stay one step ahead. Insiders? Or maybe outsiders with inside knowledge? No suspects. No clues. Rivka has to use all the resources at her command—her gift, her people, her ship, and tools that no one else has access to. Rivka has to chase the criminals across the galaxy to exotic planets with their own challenges when it comes to solving the crime. The big question is can Rivka find the criminals before they disappear forever?

Glory rises from the carnage of the Battle for Earth. Humanity is shell-shocked by how close they came to extinction. Humans don’t know what to do, but they trust their leaders, who are turning to Admiral Jack. And he looks to Glory, Captain Drake, and her crew. With the loss of the planet killer, the Paragon will seek vengeance. They have become even more dangerous because they no longer have to maintain the veil of subterfuge. Their goal hasn’t changed. Death to humanity. Humans. The scrappiest fighters of all the sentient races. But can they stand up to the technologically superior Paragon?

Glory barely survived its last battle twenty years ago. Captain Drake resigned rather than face court martial. But the enemy is back, and humanity needs everything that can fly. Maybe it’s not the ship at all but the crew. They hold the key. Drake rallies old and young alike to comply with orders so secret even he wasn’t allowed to see them until after the ship left the junkyard. Would it leave? That was another question. The core hadn’t been fired in twenty years.

Rivka Anoa has a gift and a galactic mandate. She's a lawyer accused of a murder she did commit. She stands ready to accept her fate, even though her victim was a murderer. A second chance appears. Become more than a lawyer. Be one who judges and punishes the guilty. Could she look herself in the mirror after meting out justice? She's about to find out. Rivka heads to space to be the Judge, Jury, & Executioner. Criminals have nowhere to go.

Magistrate Rivka Anoa and her team are ordered to get to the bottom of what's plaguing businesses across the Federation. Getting supplies and turning those into a product that can be sold is the foundation of every business. When those basics devolve, it throws the system into disarray. A new mob with a new life, sending legitimate businesses into turmoil. Or is it? Rivka has to get to the bottom of it and quickly.

Dismantling the Blood Trade wasn't the end, but the beginning. Everything the Magistrates do has been called into question. Do they have probable cause? Are they respecting a suspect's right against self-incrimination? The ambassadors have questions, and they think they know the answers, but only the Magistrates know the truth. Called before the Federation Council, the collective body for discussing matters that affect all member planets, Magistrate Rivka Anoa is put under the spotlight to answer for all she had done.

A crime against all—stealing one's life blood. It prolongs life! It gives strength and power. Such exotic luxuries come at a high price. Those who have been drained? "Donors" but not quite volunteers. That's why they're kidnapped, never to be heard from again. Taken from their families and removed from existence. Who would do such a thing? Do the ones paying for this blood know where it comes from?

Die Leviathan steht allein gegen zahlreiche Gegner in einem tausendjährigen Krieg. Die Vestrall haben die uralte Zivilisation der Progenitoren aus der Galaxis vertrieben und nun sind sie drauf und dran, auch die Menschheit in die Knie zu zwingen. Doch das uralte Schlachtschiff unter dem Kommando von Declan Payne gibt sich nicht geschlagen und gemeinsam beginnen sie eine Suche nach den Herrschern des Blaze-Kollektivs. Die führt sie tausend Lichtjahre hinter die feindlichen Linien zur ehemaligen Heimat der mysteriösen Aliens. Werden sie die Spuren finden, nach denen sie suchen, um den Feind aufspüren und vernichten zu können?

The Trans-Pacific Task Force is getting ready to deploy but they don't have what they need. Someone's been skimming. A contract won through mistruths. Incomplete payments limiting the army's readiness. Colonel Marcie Walton is angry and calling anyone who will answer. Magistrate Rivka Anoa is on the job and thrown into the middle of two shooting wars. Which way is up? Chaz and Dennicron explore a wider galaxy while Ankh and Floyd get some prime time. Rivka drops the gavel and delivers the judgments.

The Singularity enters the Federation. Its citizens are AIs. And no one knows how to treat them. From collaborations to master-slave, every relationship is different, when they shouldn't be. The AIs fight back, but on a level none of the other members understand. The fight starts slowly, but when the realization of what's happening hits too close to home, more extraordinary measures are called for. What is the legal framework in which everyone can coexist peacefully? Who better to build it than Rivka and the Magistrates?