Resultado Editorial "Tantor Media" em Aventura

A gas station clerk at twenty-seven with no future prospects on the horizon, Mike Reynolds is a dropout with an addiction to video games and a less-than-ideal living situation. Life definitely isn't great, but could it really get much worse? When monsters appear on Earth and begin destroying the fabric holding together humanity, that thought is thrown out the window: everything is getting worse, and fast. 'Is my world becoming an MMRPG Apocalypse?' Can Mike make good on his prior experience and carve a foothold for himself as a Necromancer in this RPG world?

A cargo ship in distress . . . A mysterious stowaway in an SA pod . . . A crash-landing on a distant, unexplored world . . . An unexpected rescue by an equally unexpected friend . . . Captain Scott and his cohorts are lost in space, and time is running out. To make matters worse, the Free Fleet are not the only ones looking for them.

The arrogance of success. The criminality of using it to crush people under one's thumb. A license to destroy. More than a single life, entire cultures replaced. For a few credits more. Find the crime! Rivka can't touch him or can she? Will he allow it? In this part of space, he calls the shots. The Federation is on the outside looking in. From the frontier, a single business starts to take over. Not a crime family, like Nefas, but a single individual forcing people to sell their souls. Unlimited power. Like Satan has returned and demanded payment.

My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, still kicking ass at 161 years old. So far, I've had a good time in the twenty-third century. I discovered space travel and fought evil creatures in a distant star system. Made friends with a one-eyed Cyclopean who sounds like a British lord, discussed romance novels with a blushing AI therapist . . . And the cherry on the cake: had kinky sex with a gorgeous alien warrior. When a quiet return to Earth turns into an almost deadly mission, my universe is tipped upside down all over again.

Dismantling the Blood Trade wasn't the end, but the beginning. Everything the Magistrates do has been called into question. Do they have probable cause? Are they respecting a suspect's right against self-incrimination? The ambassadors have questions, and they think they know the answers, but only the Magistrates know the truth. Called before the Federation Council, the collective body for discussing matters that affect all member planets, Magistrate Rivka Anoa is put under the spotlight to answer for all she had done.

Mia escaped in one piece from the ice ball masquerading as a planet, but what now? To start, she's got a laundry list of questions about her father and her origins. It's just her luck that the answers to her questions have the potential to topple regimes. She has to tread carefully or make things worse. Before she can begin her search, she needs to make it through training. The pressure ratchets as the rivalries among the trainees become ferocious. A little bit of skullduggery can go a long way toward ending a career . . . or ending a life.

Mia is headed to Ice, the premiere military prison world in the KCP. She's going to find out firsthand that there's something rotten on this cold rock. Her stint on the frostbitten crag is only supposed to last a few weeks, but she soon discovers there are those determined to make it a more . . . permanent arrangement. She was ready for everything from brutal guards to vicious inmates, but there's something more going on beneath the surface.

Three antique ships freshly liberated . . . Three different organizations hunting them . . . Thirty thousand light years to reach safe harbor . . . Twenty worlds depending on them for protection . . . With both the Alliance and the Korsan hunting them, the newly formed Free Fleet's only hope is escape. But it's a long way to Libertara, and their pursuers are relentless. The Aurora has only been in the fortieth century for a few months, and is already stirring up trouble.

A serial killer the likes of whom hasn't been seen in centuries. A pretender who has outdone the master. Fifty planets. The dead are screaming for vengeance and only Rivka and her team can hear their cries. The Singularity. The Magistrate and her crew. How many more must die before the killer can be brought to justice? The battle of wits has begun, and only one can survive. Win or die trying. Rivka has to dig deeper than ever before into her investigative skills to figure out who's next and how to stop the one masquerading as . . . Jack the Ripper.

Mia Verick's upbringing was . . . unusual. Most young women raised in the Kerrick Confederacy of Aligned Planets go to school. Mia had daily firearms practice, tactical exercises, and pilot training. She never cared about her strange life, only about living up to the expectations of her father. His mysterious job often takes him away on secret missions, leaving her to self-training until the day she can surpass him. Now she'll never get the chance.

The Trans-Pacific Task Force is getting ready to deploy but they don't have what they need. Someone's been skimming. A contract won through mistruths. Incomplete payments limiting the army's readiness. Colonel Marcie Walton is angry and calling anyone who will answer. Magistrate Rivka Anoa is on the job and thrown into the middle of two shooting wars. Which way is up? Chaz and Dennicron explore a wider galaxy while Ankh and Floyd get some prime time. Rivka drops the gavel and delivers the judgments.

No one knows for certain what caused the Shadow to come into existence. Clerics say it was the gods laying a curse upon this world. Philosophers maintain that the Shadow of Strix is nothing short of a blessing and new milestone in human progress. But both sides agree that the Shadow will eventually swallow up this world and change it beyond recognition. However, there are also the mages, and they think the whole debate is just so much hot air. They accept the Shadow as is with all its horrors and wonders.

The Singularity enters the Federation. Its citizens are AIs. And no one knows how to treat them. From collaborations to master-slave, every relationship is different, when they shouldn't be. The AIs fight back, but on a level none of the other members understand. The fight starts slowly, but when the realization of what's happening hits too close to home, more extraordinary measures are called for. What is the legal framework in which everyone can coexist peacefully? Who better to build it than Rivka and the Magistrates?

When Margot learns she is carrying her husband Knox's child, she questions if she can bear another loss after a failed pregnancy divided her and Jason. Knox celebrates the news—despite the sorrow and guilt still lingering after his astrophysicist ex, Tiffany, died one year ago-until an earthquake jostles their Hollywood apartment and strips them of power. Moments later, when a small fissure opens in Venice Beach, Jason discovers an abandoned little girl outside his home.

Lynesse is the lowly Fourth Daughter of the queen, and always getting in the way. But a demon is terrorizing the land, and now she's an adult (albeit barely) with responsibilities (she tells herself). Although she still gets in the way, she understands that the only way to save her people is to invoke the pact between her family and the Elder sorcerer who has inhabited the local tower for as long as her people have lived here (though none in living memory has approached it).

Gitte isn't looking forward to becoming Matriarch of her people. But if all goes well, it won't happen for a long time. She thought she'd already found her true calling. Her life is filled with training mages, Imperium emergencies, and filling in for a leader who refuses to leave their planet. But there's something she doesn't know. Some place she's never heard of. Some reason why she's about to find out about them. And some one who wants her to step up and become what she's always been: The Matriarch.

A planet in dispute. Farmers vs miners, and no one knows the full story. The Federation sends Rivka and her team to resolve a case of settlers squatting on a remote planet when the owners finally came calling. Not what it seems. Three generations of settlers and more. A planet that isn't as welcoming as it appears. Crops coming ripe. Miners ready to dig. Tempers flare as the sides face off. Until the Magistrate gets in the middle of it with all the firepower at her command—the law, a calm voice, and a good railgun.

A generation after a global plague depletes humanity and divides the world, Jenn and Mykol are brought together by a mysterious project and uncover a secret that changes everything they think they know.

The High Chancellor puts Rivka on the trail of serial art thieves. Dismantle the ring. Recover the art. Put the thieves behind bars, thieves who stay one step ahead. Insiders? Or maybe outsiders with inside knowledge? No suspects. No clues. Rivka has to use all the resources at her command—her gift, her people, her ship, and tools that no one else has access to. Rivka has to chase the criminals across the galaxy to exotic planets with their own challenges when it comes to solving the crime. The big question is can Rivka find the criminals before they disappear forever?

Rivka and her crew take a much-deserved vacation, but find themselves on a jungle planet, cut off from the rest of the galaxy. Part by design, but mostly not. Isn't that what a good vacation is supposed to be, disconnected from the rigors of everyday life? Until no one can hear your calls for help. The team has to resolve Yindle and Yangor's dispute before they can find a way home. A vacation turned into a case morphed into a fight for survival.