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Fortress Earth
2016
First Published
4.34
Average Rating
328
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Earth’s last Assault Troopers target the oldest being in existence. In the fourth book of the Extinction Wars series, Abaddon commands a Karg-Jelk Super Fleet bent on annihilating humanity. Years of intense terraforming has healed the Earth from the ravages of alien hell-burners and a deadly bio-terminator. The homeworld thrives, reseeded and repopulated, with heavy layers of defensive systems to make sure the Earth is never harmed again. But Abaddon has incredibly advanced technology, including a vast moon-sized ship able to teleport to any place in the galaxy. If Creed hopes to save humanity, he’ll need more than fierce determination and savage fighting skills. He has to go the galactic core to find out the truth about Abaddon, the Jelk and the terrible secret of the human race. The knowledge will help to strengthen Fortress Earth, but will it be enough to win?

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Author

Vaughn Heppner
Vaughn Heppner
Author · 83 books

You can visit Vaughn at www.vaughnheppner.com I was born in Canada and remember as a small boy crawling in my snow-fort. I closed my eyes, and when I tried to open them, they were frozen shut. I didn't panic, but wiped away the ice crystals, unglued my eyes and kept on building my tunnel. Those were great days! I moved to Central California before seventh grade and couldn't believe I lived in a land where oranges grew on trees and you could pick grapes from the vine. I used to wonder what I wanted to do with my life, what kind of work specifically. I was miserable not knowing and bordering on desperate. Then one day a friend gave me his typewriter. I began working on a novel. A different person told me it was much easier on a computer, so I bought one and began getting up at 4:30 A.M. each morning before work, writing for three hours. My eyes were unglued once again as the pang of misery left my gut. I knew exactly what I wanted to do: write. So now that's what I do, I write, and write, and write, and I love it.

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