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The enemy has learned how to replicate in the nanoverse. His plan remains the same; to usher in the next chapter of human evolution and to convert all of humanity into a digital species, inhabiting a digital world. The government has fallen. The resistance is in turmoil. If I'm going to save humanity I have no choice but to destroy the nanoverse.

Nanovax was supposed to be our salvation. Death and disease, now obsolete. Until the terrorist attack. Fifteen cities in a single day. Again, they said Nanovax was the answer. The same technology meant to heal us could now be used, through an algorithm, to track us, to predict human behaviors...to thwart future terrorists. I'm Lieutenant Brian Goff. I received the first injection. It healed my wounds. I became the face of Nanovax. Then the algorithm identified me as a terrorist. Now, I'm fighting against the technology that once saved my life...and the government has my daughter.

Nanovax was supposed to be our salvation. Death and disease, now obsolete. Until the terrorist attack. Fifteen cities in a single day. Again, they said Nanovax was the answer. The same technology meant to heal us could now be used, through an algorithm, to track us, to predict human behaviors...I'm Lieutenant Brian Goff. I received the first injection. It healed my wounds in the war. I became the face of Nanovax.... Then the algorithm identified me as a threat...a terrorist.... Now, I'm on the run and fighting against the very technology that once saved my life...

The nanonetwork has been upgraded. I can still access the nanobots...but when I do, it leaves the host unconscious. Transferring their mind into the nanoswarm. Dr. Archimedes Flat is expanding his nanoverse. Collecting minds to craft a new "utopia" forged from collective memory. He believes it's the next step in human evolution. And, if a few people have to die to make it happen, well, in his mind that's nothing more than the survival of the fittest. If I'm going to stop him, I'll have to fight him in the nanoverse itself. But, Flat designed the nanoverse.

I've been framed for murder. The evidence is damnable. To catch a vampire draining the life out of someone on camera.... When the killer looked back, my face was staring right into the monitors. Not even the Voodoo Queen can defend me. I'm on the run.

Six books and more than 30 hours of shifters, vampires, witches, and slayers fill this complete LGBT-friendly urban-fantasy omnibus collection.

The legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

Wraiths are escaping hell. Isn't that dandy? A mysterious clan of warlocks is behind it. Wraiths are the demented spirits of dead vampires. Why would anyone draw them out of vampire hell? These ghosts don't just go bump in the night. They aren't out for blood either. They're sucking souls.

There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

You never realize how much your bad attitude can impact your life...until it manifests as a flesh-and-blood monster. Ever harbor a resentment and wish someone dead? Even if you didn't really mean it? There's a monster for that. It won't sleep until it fulfills your darkest desire.

It has been 50 years since the sun died over Ashathar. Blaike was born in the blight. As one of the "touched" he is devoid of power. He is forbidden from following the Lightweaver Path. The "touched" still serve the brightlands, working the mines to extract sunstone; to deliver it to the Lightweavers, the saviors, preservers, and rulers of Ashathar.

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?

Kataklysm arrives every three thousand years. It's always different, but whatever form it takes, the result is the same—it brings humanity to the brink of extinction. The last Kataklysm...happened three thousand years ago. To save the world from Kataklysm, Tannen seeks an ancient path, once cultivated by the ancestors, long since abandoned and forgotten.

Being possessed has its advantages.... Sure, my soul-bound familiar could be a pain in the ass, but she came with some pretty impressive abilities. A nasty voodoo demigod, a loa of destruction, wants to steal her power. Ogoun, the loa of war, has invited me to join the Voodoo Academy. If I master the arts, he tells me that I might have a chance to thwart the demigod's scheme. But can any of these "gods" be trusted? They all have ulterior motives. And I won't be a pawn in their war. But if I don't stop him, if he steals these powers...he could destroy the world.

I'm Hailey Bradbury, hedge witch and vampire. My sire was staked moments after I was turned. As a youngling, the Voodoo Queen took me in. She taught me her art. I've been working with the new Mistress of the Vampire Council. She trained me in the ways of vampirism, the path of the night. Witchcraft plus voodoo and vampirism equals what I call bloodwitchery. Most witches won't mess with the power latent in blood. It's dark. It's dangerous. But if you can master it...you can harness the power of life itself.

A local coven is hunting wolf shifters. They're enslaving them, extracting power from their essence...what are they planning? I'm not sure. I would have ignored it...until they captured my...friend. Or is he more than a friend? I don't know. That kiss...I'm so confused. All I know is that I have to save him. One hedge witch facing off with a whole coven...drawing on the power of the wolves...do I even stand a chance?

There's power in dragon blood.... It's also delicious! No one really knows what to do when a dragon shows up in town. I called the exterminator. He hung up on me. I guess it's up to me to take these monsters on.... I have to use their magic against them. It's the only way I can stop them. Only now that I've had a taste of dragon blood, I can't get enough. Tapping into such a force comes with a cost. It's changing my heart. So many urges. So many desires. I still can't believe what I've done. I'm not only losing myself. I'm losing him.

For the first time, one of my spells backfired. I was trying to trap a sorcerer in a blood prism.... He was too powerful. It was the only option. When the spell reflected back on me, I found myself somewhere else.