Jim, a wise-cracking, OCD-suffering fighter pilot, is about to propose to his girlfriend when his friend Kurt surprises them by showing up at his house, wounded and covered in blood. This is just the beginning of Jim's woes because soon after his life is thrown into a galactic conflict that threatens the very existence of the human race.
Can our heroes save humanity from the wrath of a galaxy-conquering alien fleet?
The Crimson Deathbringer seamlessly blends breathtaking action sequences with mischievous humor. If you enjoy reading a well-written space opera saga, or if you are a Star Wars, Star Trek, or Stargate fan, this book, with its nerve-wracking space battles, memorable characters, formidable antagonist, and Game of Thrones style shocking twists, is written especially for you. Pick it up and see for yourself!
Praise for The Crimson Deathbringer:
The Crimson Deathbringer is a mix of funny and clever dialogues, action and adventure, with scenes that made me chuckle, bite my nails, and shed a tear or two. All while it kept me at the edge of my seat, trying to guess what would happen next. And no, most times I guessed wrong.
Jina Bazzar, the author of Heir of Ashes
The Crimson Deathbringer is the first novel from Sean Robins--and a great debut it is. It's chockablock full of action. You have dramatic alien-versus-human-versus alien encounters, exciting space battles, an insane race to save the world, some warm-hearted romance, and a lot of waggish humor (reminiscent of Douglas Adams.) If you can get this granite face to break a smile, you've accomplished something major and Sean has done just that--by infusing campy fun at the right times, in the right places.
Tyler Colins, the author of The Connecticut Corpse Caper
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Space OperaAround 30000 books and 5 million pages on KU. Bestseller in multiple categories (Amazon ranking upon launch 557)
Only a true warrior can appreciate the majestic beauty of the enemy fleet’s flagship, thought General Maada, sitting in the cockpit of his red single-seat space fighter.
A warrior like me.
Dwarfing all the other capital vessels in the galaxy, the Akakie starship was a work of art. An electroplated gold layer covered her sleek, stretched oval hull. The ship’s twin side engines propelled the craft forward, lighting a bright blue flare behind her. Maada did not know the exact extent of her capabilities, but he had no doubt the enemy ship could easily obliterate a small planet. His space fighter seemed minuscule in front of her.
On a VR screen inside Maada’s cockpit, the Akakie fleet commander said, “General, this is pointless. Look at the size of our armada and imagine the firepower of our starships. Your fleet has nothing but puny space fighters. You have no chance against us, and I assure you invading our territory is tantamount to suicide. Just turn that little ship of yours around and go home. Unlike you, we Akakies are peace-loving people, so we will be merciful and let you go. You can even keep all those planets you have already conquered and colonized.”
“You talk too much,” growled the general.
The Akakie commander had a point. Their technology was light years ahead of the Xortaags’. Their ships were not only significantly bigger; they had much more powerful armaments and heavier armor. That golden starship probably packed more firepower than the entire Xortaag fleet combined. Maada’s situation did look hopeless.
Which was exactly how he wanted it to look. He had been preparing for this encounter for years, and the Akakie commander’s over-confidence told him his plans had succeeded.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Matteo Serrago
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Eduardo Vontobel
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