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Etat : Like New. Arizmendi, Alex (illustrateur). Item is in like new condition.

Hardcover. Etat : New. Arizmendi, Alex (illustrateur). Hardcover. Publisher overstock, may contain remainder mark on edge.

Hardcover. Etat : New. Faehnrich, Kyle (illustrateur). Hardcover. Publisher overstock, may contain remainder mark on edge.

Hardcover. Etat : New. Hardcover. Publisher overstock, may contain remainder mark on edge.

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Etat : As New. Arizmendi, Alex (illustrateur). Unread book in perfect condition.

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Etat : New. Arizmendi, Alex (illustrateur).

Hardback. Etat : New. Wyrm's mother always told him he was special, that he was the World Soul who'd bring peace to the galaxy. But she's babbling now, committed to an asylum, leaving the sickly 10-year-old on a perilous journey to find his father.That father is none other than Anacharsis Stifler, the man who discovered the Plasma in old Earth's ruins, a weapon that's allowed the atheist Archosians to liberate planet after planet from their superstitious beliefs, whether they want to be liberated or not.When Anacharsis returned to Earth to find a cure for his wife, he vanished, setting off not only Wyrm's desperate trek, but an invasion of the fragile world by Archosian High Commander Sebe Mordent, who can't allow anyone else to find whatever secrets remain.Meanwhile, the Pantheon, an uneasy collection of diverse faiths, approach their old foes, the Kundun Slave-kings, in the hope of forming an alliance to stop the atheist expansion. En route, Wyrm is forced to throw in with a manipulative gender-shifting alien, a war criminal, a genocidal female scientist, and the childlike woman Calico.But is Calico harmless, or a visitor from Earth's past sent to judge whether humanity is worth preserving? The Stars Within is a sprawling sci-fi epic, populated with complex, at times flawed, at times heroic, but always real characters.Political intrigue, theological musings, and a tightly-woven action-driven story play out in six intertwining narratives set in a fully realized universe on the verge of mass war.

Hardcover. Etat : new. Hardcover. Wyrm's mother always told him he was special, that he was the World Soul who'd bring peace to the galaxy. But she's babbling now, committed to an asylum, leaving the sickly 10-year-old on a perilous journey to find his father. That father is none other than Anacharsis Stifler, the man who discovered the Plasma in old Earth's ruins, a weapon that's allowed the atheist Archosians to liberate planet after planet from their superstitious beliefs, whether they want to be liberated or not. When Anacharsis returned to Earth to find a cure for his wife, he vanished, setting off not only Wyrm's desperate trek, but an invasion of the fragile world by Archosian High Commander Sebe Mordent, who can't allow anyone else to find whatever secrets remain. Meanwhile, the Pantheon, an uneasy collection of diverse faiths, approach their old foes, the Kundun Slave-kings, in the hope of forming an alliance to stop the atheist expansion. En route, Wyrm is forced to throw in with a manipulative gender-shifting alien, a war criminal, a genocidal female scientist, and the childlike woman Calico. But is Calico harmless, or a visitor from Earth's past sent to judge whether humanity is worth preserving? The Stars Within is a sprawling sci-fi epic, populated with complex, at times flawed, at times heroic, but always real characters. Political intrigue, theological musings, and a tightly-woven action-driven story play out in six intertwining narratives set in a fully realized universe on the verge of mass war. Haunted by loss and betrayal, Archosian Wyrm abandons his gilded life for the unknown edges of space. Plagued by a strange condition and burdened by his mother's belief he is the prophesied World Soul, Wyrm must face danger, truth, and destiny. His quest to find his missing father may decide not only his fate--but the fate of worlds. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

Hardcover. Etat : new. Hardcover. Mysterious fires and relentless storms wear down an already dwindling population, but as the fires grow more focused and destructive, a young messenger is compelled to seek out answers that have been hidden from him for twenty years. When I saw smoke rising again, I knew it was Renner, because he didn't care to hide it. It was a message. A reminder that nowhere was safe. Outside, the storm could pluck us from the world. Inside, we'd just as likely be burned away. He wanted us to feel it. The terror. The restlessness. The waiting. But what he didn't account for was our mantra. Maybe he forgot we grew up mired in the kind of suffering that numbs a person. He didn't see the calluses formed at birth, and he didn't hear the words we hammered into our youth. Forward as always. We, the Commonhope, embodied that phrase down to our bones. Not just because we had to, but because of the pride we shared. For me, it meant being a Packbrat, a messenger of sorts. We delivered whatever was needed all across Galilei. We learned to count the seconds behind the thunder and familiarized ourselves with the terrain. Run or hide. That's all we were supposed to do, because we were the only connective tissue between the disparate parts of the Commonhope body and its head. Unfortunately, I was too damn curious and prone to getting myself into sticky situations. So, when given the chance, I followed the smoke. And I ran toward the screams. And I left my post. Some of it was fruitless, as far as answers, but it always led to trouble. Which is where Clark came in. He'd been keeping an eye on me for quite some time. It helped that he was seven feet tall, made entirely of metal, and had a penchant for showing up just when I needed him. Though, he wouldn't appreciate me mentioning the metal. He'd turn in all his strength for a human body in a heartbeat. I couldn't understand why. All the worst people I knew were human. And Clark. Well, he was one of the best. That's probably why I spent so little time in the mountains of Commonhope proper--too many warm bodies. Not to mention, the answers wouldn't be found in our little pocket of false security. I had to be out in the world, searching, eyes open. And patterns were emerging, loosely. While the other Packbrats were content running their monthly routes, I was taking detours and studying our insufficient maps. The tight-lipped Luminators were hiding something from us. I just couldn't figure out what it was, and they didn't have a persuadable bone in their body. More importantly, the fires were getting more frequent, more focused. With the way things were going, I could only hope Luminator El would finally let me start training to become a Raincoat. I had this sinking feeling that we were gonna need all the fighters we could get. And there was no better fighter than a Raincoat. Unfortunately, despite the fact that I was the only person to ever survive a fire, El continued to deny my request. I'd make her take me more seriously, no matter how I had to prove it. We deserved a life that was built on more perseverance--one our children could be proud of. And the only thing I could be sure of, was that the status quo wouldn't get us there. That said, surviving wasn't meaningless. I meant a few things to us. First, it marked a shared kinship. If you were still around, you could understand. You knew what it felt like to lose someone. A single nod or look could share what a thousand words couldn't. Second, it meant you could endure. Gray hair would earn you both respect and pity. Certainly wasn't an enviable position to be in, because a long life on Galilei always came with scars. And lastly, you were probably haunted by what you had to do to survive. Some had dreams, nightmares. Others Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

Hardcover. Etat : new. Faehnrich, Kyle (illustrateur). Hardcover. Hi its me, Alessandra, you can call me Sanny though, wait, dont think thats because were close or anything, I just dont want to hear you butcher the rolling R in my name thats all. Anyhow I guess you're wondering why you're here, how did we even meet? You know Im just a high school senior right? I know, impressive, but stay with me, Im trying to uncover the truth about these strange occurrences, these strange coincidences happening in my home town of East Valley. Actually, let's take a step back for a moment, and level set a few things. First of all, you ever wonder why it feels like the elite class never ages, why no matter how hard you work, no matter how lucky" you get, seemingly you can't reach the levels of what you see in the media? I would think that alone would spawn questions about things, about how, and who and why, and when. But evidently, when you ask those questions, you are faced with resistance, with lies, with attacks lucky for me, that's my favorite flavor of admiration. Seriously, no wonder these mysteries havent been uncovered yet, havent been given their 15 minutes of fame. Everytime you poke around, you get framed or canceled or worse expelled. Gosh, I sound like Hermione Granger, but I'm serious. I dont come from much, well actually, I dont really come from anything, my mom and I live in the poorest part of town, and I'm one of the lucky ones bused into EVR to show inclusion from the most prominent public school in the nation. As you know if you were paying any attention up above, my dad died before I was born, so I dont know much about him, but I do know his death, and my mom being the absolute legend she is, is what secured me a spot at EVR. And Ive been taking advantage of that privilege ever since the ripe old age of 9. Come to think of it, its a bit strange isnt it that I was picked, ehhh whatever, well come back to that. As I was saying, I aced every class, was smarter at every turn, ha, these locals never saw anyone like me, and that's the way I like it. No stupid, not my race, not the color of my skin, were talking about my economic class, my lack of privilege and my big ole brain. Stay with me here, this isn't a story about race, it's a story about the capitalist caste system we have lulled ourselves into here in America. So when I say I am the last person who should be snooping around, asking the tough questions, you know I mean it. But there I go again, too smart for my own good. I cant just leave these questions in my head unanswered, I cant just let these oddities persist without justification, Im just not wired that way. So whether I get expelled, or (hopefully at least) tortured, I will find some of the truths about the underbelly of the American elite class, all the while graduating from one of their elite schools, in the midst of applying to one of their elite institutions; God the irony of the elitism is not lost on me. Hopefully if Im lucky, I can get a front row seat to how the sausage is made. To how these people stay in power, to what the operation entails to create the system and most interestingly of it all, why the hell does it feel like there's shit that happens that reality cant explain? Now that you know a bit more about what were up against, the possible dangerous afoot, are you still willing to see this through? Ya? Ok then, down the rabbit hole we go. When a high school reporter begins investigating rumors of a secret society headquartered in her hometown, mysticism and sacrifices are only the beginning. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

Hardcover. Etat : new. Arizmendi, Alex (illustrateur). Hardcover. Mutant Labs is your typical science lab. They do work on rockets, gene splicing, finding cures, and you knowinterdimensional energy type stuff. The company is currently working on their potentially biggest breakthrough yet: a renewable energy device strong enough to power an entire city block, but small enough to fit into the palm of your paw: about the size of a ball of yarn, and comprised of a powerful synthetic thread that draws power from alternate planes of existence. Its complicated, but it works, trust us. So whats this great innovation called? Mutant Labs are currently calling it: The Cluster. But with all great inventions, hubris is always a problem. The Mutant Labs higher-ups want the Cluster ready for market yesterday, forcing project leader Flux and his team of idiot geniuses to scramble and cut some corners to get it working in time for the big event. But taking shortcuts can be dangerous when youre working with that interdimensional energy type stuff. With realities overlapping, weve now entered the Mutantverse. And let me tell you, its a real cluster fuat%. When Flux and his lab team accidentally open an interdimensional portal while rushing to get their latest prototype ready for Mutant Con, they realize their little science experiment has become a total cluster. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

Etat : good. Befriedigend/Good: Durchschnittlich erhaltenes Buch bzw. Schutzumschlag mit Gebrauchsspuren, aber vollständigen Seiten. / Describes the average WORN book or dust jacket that has all the pages present.

Hardback. Etat : New. Faehnrich, Kyle (illustrateur). Hi it's me, Alessandra, you can call me Sanny though, wait, don't think that's because we're close or anything, I just don't want to hear you butcher the rolling R in my name thats all.  Anyhow I guess you're wondering why you're here, how did we even meet? You know I'm just a high school senior right? I know, impressive, but stay with me, I'm trying to uncover the truth about these strange occurrences, these strange coincidences happening in my home town of East Valley.  Actually, let's take a step back for a moment, and level set a few things. First of all, you ever wonder why it feels like the elite class never ages, why no matter how hard you work, no matter how "lucky" you get, seemingly you can't reach the levels of what you see in the media? I would think that alone would spawn questions about things, about how, and who and why, and when. But evidently, when you ask those questions, you are faced with resistance, with lies, with attacks. lucky for me, that's my favorite flavor of admiration.  Seriously, no wonder these mysteries haven't been uncovered yet, haven't been given their 15 minutes of fame. Everytime you poke around, you get framed or canceled or worse. expelled. Gosh, I sound like Hermione Granger, but I'm serious. I don't come from much, well actually, I don't really come from anything, my mom and I live in the poorest part of town, and I'm one of the "lucky ones" bused into EVR to "show" inclusion from the most prominent public school in the nation.  As you know if you were paying any attention up above, my dad died before I was born, so I don't know much about him, but I do know his death, and my mom being the absolute legend she is, is what secured me a spot at EVR. And I've been taking advantage of that privilege ever since the ripe old age of 9. Come to think of it, it's a bit strange isn't it that I was picked, ehhh whatever, well come back to that. As I was saying, I aced every class, was smarter at every turn, ha, these locals never saw anyone like me, and that's the way I like it.  No stupid, not my race, not the color of my skin, we're talking about my economic class, my lack of privilege and my big ole brain. Stay with me here, this isn't a story about race, it's a story about the capitalist caste system we have lulled ourselves into here in America.  So when I say I am the last person who should be snooping around, asking the tough questions, you know I mean it. But there I go again, too smart for my own good. I can't just leave these questions in my head unanswered, I can't just let these oddities persist without justification, I'm just not wired that way. So whether I get expelled, or (hopefully at least) tortured, I will find some of the truths about the underbelly of the American elite class, all the while graduating from one of their elite schools, in the midst of applying to one of their elite institutions; God the irony of the elitism is not lost on me.  Hopefully if I'm lucky, I can get a front row seat to.

Hardback. Etat : New. Mysterious fires and relentless storms wear down an already dwindling population, but as the fires grow more focused and destructive, a young messenger is compelled to seek out answers that have been hidden from him for twenty years. When I saw the smoke rising again, I knew it was him. Because he always waited for the storm before setting another fire. He wanted us terrified and restless. But he didn't account for our maxim, the three words that made us Galilieans. We endured because of those three words. It was the same reason Raindrop and I always followed the smoke. Despite Luminator Eloanne's warnings, I couldn't let it keep happening. She was still looking for survivors like me-anyone who would bite down on the world and never let go-who would scratch and crawl and dig and hold on, even as it all burned. They were out there. We only had to find them.

Hardcover. Etat : new. Faehnrich, Kyle (illustrateur). Hardcover. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

Etat : New. Lucchina, Marco (illustrateur).