Science Fiction is my first love, and encompasses my first six novels. It’s also the home of my most elaborate work as an author, the Moreau/Confederacy series, which consists currently of a trilogy of trilogies, plus one stand-alone novel.

This is not to say you have to read it in order. The first trilogy, and the stand-alone Fearful Symmetries, can all be read separately. And the second two trilogies are separate works unto themselves.

Nohar shouldn’t have trusted Nugoya.

Evi hated explosives, but sometimes they were indispensable as an equalizer.
Angel jumped over the railing as the crowd dissolved into a tidal wave of tooth, fur, and claw.
Nohar Rajasthan stood still, the stand of pines giving him partial cover from the clearing about thirty meters away.

Dom slid a drawer out from his desk and contemplated what kind of sidearm he should carry into the deal.

Infinity’s a long way, Dimitri thought, when fifteen light years seems close.

“Strong emotional involvement rarely makes the job easier.”

Nickolai Rajastahn slowly woke from a drugged slumber.
In one sense, Mosasa’s death was murder, in another sense, it could be considered an elaborate suicide.

Rebecca’s understanding began, at last, when she watched the world end.