A nuclear submarine, led by a Holocaust survivor, travels back in time to 1938 in an attempt to prevent WWII.
Martin Richter, a pacifist history professor specializing in pre-World War II Germany, has two passions in his life—history and opposing nuclear weapons. That is why he feels torn when he finds himself traveling back in time to 1938 aboard a nuclear ballistic missile submarine.
When Eric Sobol, a terminally ill Holocaust survivor billionaire, learns about the existence of a wormhole leading from the present day to 1938, he decides to do everything within his power to change the past.
A modernized Russian Typhoon-class nuclear submarine, manned by twenty-first century multi-national experts, and equipped with the best civil and military technologies money can buy, jumps the time barrier and appears in 1938.
Eric’s plan to stop the war falls apart when a saboteur steals a nuclear warhead and hands it to the German War Navy. As the crippled Typhoon is ambushed by a U-boat wolf pack and barely escapes the pocket battleship Admiral Graf Spee, Hitler chooses to use his newly acquired weapon to break from the Munich conference and invade Czechoslovakia.
Help arrives from the least expected source. Resistance within the German Army joins forces with Eric’s team.
Tori Karacis is back in LA, glad that she matches her passport photo again, thanks to a tattoo that controls her gargoyle wings. Her newest case doesn’t involve gods or an impending apocalypse … just garden-variety murder.
Jessica Roland’s suspicions began when her brothers returned from Egypt eerily different. The terror kicked in with the ritualistic murder of her parents. Her real brothers would never have done such a thing, yet their guilt seems indisputable. Is it the Curse of the Pharaohs? Some kind of brain-eating bacteria?
At the scene of a second attack, there’s evidence it’s the work of Set, the god of chaos, who should have been locked away long ago. And hello, there’s a new arrival, Neith, a warrior goddess who’s got the hots for Tori’s ex, Nick Armani.
In theory, that shouldn’t cause Tori any problems. After all, she’s involved with Apollo—yes, that Apollo. Still, it’s a bit much for Neith to ask her for seduction advice! Meanwhile, Set is gaining strength, chaos starts leaking all over the place, and LA is a powder keg set to blow.
This complete eBook boxed set contains all six novels in Robert Asprin's rollicking military-SF spoof, the Phule's Company series, Phule's Company, Phule's Paradise, and (co-written with Peter J. Heck), A Phule and His Money, Phule Me Twice, No Phule Like an Old Phule, and Phule's Errand.
The few. The proud. The stupid. The inept. After being court-martialed by the Space Legion for ordering the strafing of a treaty-signing ceremony, multimillionaire Willard Phule receives his punishment: He must command the misfit Omega Company on Haskin's Planet, a mining settlement on the edge of settled space. At his duty station, he leverages his personal money and a knack for managing people to get the company to come together as a unit. And Phule's company operates with their own unique tactics….
As daughter of the royal architect, Ikki set out to discover a new world the day she flew her homemade bi-plane up beyond Crete’s artificial sun. Instead, she crashed her plane, found herself on trial for a crime she’s convinced she didn’t commit, and is exiled to the Labyrinth—the city’s ever-shifting mechanical core. If Ikki can return in seven days, she will be declared innocent by the gods of Crete, but lost among the moving walls and pursued by a diabolical engine large enough to shake the floors, she soon realizes there is a reason no one has ever returned. Determined to clear her name, her only hope for escape lies in the very thing that’s hunting her: a fearsome beast known only as the Minotaur.
Tori wakes after Rise of the Blood to two very shocking realizations: one, she's in bed with a very naked Apollo, having lost the fight to resist their attraction. Two, she still has her wings. Not dinky little fairy wings. Full-scale, cover-'em-with-a-trench-coat bat wings.
Apollo suggests consulting the Grey Sisters on the wings. Those cannibalistic, psychopathic oracles who, even with only one tooth and one eye among them, manage to see too much. As in a Rapture, zombie-apocalypse, biblical-plague, hellgates-busted-open the end of the world.
While the Sisters are perfectly on board with death and destruction, the thinning of the human herd doesn't sit well with them at all. They'll help her. All she has to do is save the world.
Tori and her team trace the origin of the plagues to New York City, which is under quarantine and martial law-as if that's enough to stop the influx of gods and gorgons, dragons and demons. But as death threatens from without, betrayal lurks within Tori's ranks. And nobody is safe. Nobody.