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An ancient enemy with a billion starships and a trillion soldiers is about to invade our universe! A Forerunner artifact the size of a planet drifts in hyperspace. It has mysteriously gone online, opening a rip between space-time continuums. A monstrous race older than the stones of Earth is pouring through, planning to eradicate all life not its own. The aliens in our spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy are in terror of the invaders. They want to use human assault troopers as ground-pounders in a suicide mission to save our universe. Humans are little better than beasts anyway, although the aliens know they can fight like hell. Let the unpredictable Earthlings do the dirty work and battle down to the center of the portal planet: closing the rip. It’s a commando raid where no one comes back, and good riddance to them. Creed understands this is a screw job. He’s dealt with these aliens before and beaten them at their own game. But the stakes are desperately high and the extraterrestrials have threatened all humanity if he refuses to stop the monstrous invaders. So be it. Creed has an idea, a crazy plan, and if he’s right…every alien that ever lived—in this universe and the next—will curse the day they messed with Earth.
Author
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.
