They said the meek would inherit the Earth.

As far as Jarek can tell, even though, they must’ve been speaking Dutch or something, because those ‘meek’ aliens absolutely sure did make a bloody mess of things. However, Jarek wasn’t about to make a fuss over the raknoth apocalypse. Not really until those red-eyed bastards stole his exosuit.

You do not steal a man’s exosuit…

However when Jarek’s search for vengeance runs him straight up against an alien stronghold, and a blonde arcanist who throws around grown men like telekinetic frisbees, he shortly learns there’s considerably worse than missing exosuits to be concerned about. And if he and his fiery fresh friend don’t put a stop to it, they could just be taking a look at Apocalypse NUMBER 2…

Don your power armor, grab your duplicate, and join Jarek and Rachel for the rip-roaring sci-fi thrill-ride today!

Caution: This book consists of big hearts, BIGGER swords, and a whole metric crap-ton of high-octane badassery. Also, swears. And snark. Plenty of snark. Go through at your own risk.