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Low on supplies, low on ammo, and recovering from our last fight, me and my ragtag band of survivors have plenty of challenges ahead. But survival isn’t the only thing I’m concerned with; I want revenge on the man who betrayed us, and I need to stop him before he gets his hands on a mysterious new weapon.

How does one measure the worth of a Knight? By battles won, foes slain, and kingdoms conquered? Aye, there is glory to be had in the clash of blades and the spilling of blood. But what does strength of arm mean when one is maidenless? How hollow the cries of victory, when they ring through an empty castle and echo against a cold bed? Know, then, that that the true measure of a Knight is the love of a good Maiden—Or two. Or three. Or more... You will find thirteen tales of romance, heroism, and valor.

Cole is king of the highway, a force to be reckoned with. He has strong allies, powerful companions, and he has become a mighty cultivator. Turns out, he is exactly what Earth needs. The enemies of all the free peoples are planning to strike, and if they succeed, there won’t be much left of Earth.

My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel.

With Lord Manageer on the run, Luis and his ladies are in motion to hit the enemy with maximum force—but a new threat is looming. The undead of The Necromancer. Luis and his band of feisty mages must defeat The Necromancer's forces while also engineering the downfall of Lord Manageer himself. To get it done, Luis will have to maximize his true potential and launch himself as a one-man wrecking-ball into enemy territory. All to set up the final confrontation with Lord Manageer—who has a secret weapon ready to deploy.

Before I had a chance to strike Lord Manageer's empire again, his forces hit back hard. Me and my team of ladies barely hold off fire-launching airships and a horde of chittering monsters. In the defense I meet a voluptuous elfen mechanic whose knowledge of airships give me a wild idea. If I can convince her to help, the team can pull off the biggest heist the Shimmerlands have ever seen: skyjacking an imperial airship.

When my boss, the god of Autumn, Death, and Justice, appeared out of the blue and gave me an assignment that may be filled with certain danger, an unholy artifact, and watching over three monstrous women, you bet your dead heart you better pay attention.

The good. The afterlife lately has been pretty sweet for the most part. The staff has grown, and we all are getting along famously. The hotel is looking great, and the soul pennies keep flowing in, clawed hand over fist. I've been thinking about adding a new wing to the hotel and maybe purchasing those little mints you put on pillows to classy up the joint. The bad. Horrific monsters want to raid the hotel. I have pages to an unholy book that can end the world. Monstrous bikers are terrorizing the guests.