The enigmatic Peacock King, ruler of half of the known world, seeks to possess the land itself by enslaving the spirits of the wild. Gerald, a newly initiated Poet whose magic is as real as he can write it, is also one of the Armed—enforcers of the Law who wield guns with souls. His mission: infiltrate the Peacock King’s Court . . .
In the near future, New Zealand is the Free Republic of Oceania. In a world of mega-corporations, where mankind has harnessed the computational power of the human brain, a golden new age of utopia is but a few elusive steps away. This is the story of the Agency that is working to stop it. . . .
The elderly owner of a Swiss bank has been murdered, the bank’s ownership diverted towards a retired British Intelligence officer. The bank comes complete with its own commercial espionage unit, now in the middle of a small war. No one is who they seem, and they all have an agenda. “Groups within groups, secrets inside secrets, lies on top of . . .
A story of three lower-level spies who find themselves mixed up in a nefarious plot with consequences that change their lives forever. . . .
Kani isn’t Tundra. Her friend, Stacey, has gotten mixed up with the wrong people, flying dangerous and illegal “dustrunner” sorties for the mob . . . and since Stacey’s skipped town, Kani’s forced to take her place as Tundra. As Kani soon discovers, in this world of asteroid piracy, the real threat is on the ground: violence and paranoia come at her from every . . .
“The Peacock King” is a slowly unfolding epic about a Poet, or spy, in the court of the decadent but charming Peacock King. The Poet has the advantages of mental powers and an unexpected contact at court. The Peacock King has the advantages of wealth, power and absolute control over all he surveys. He likes to collect things, people and [more . . .]
When I read the synopsis I thought I wasn’t going to like this story, even though quite a few folks I find myself reading the same stories with or even reading directly recommended it. It took about a week for me to decide I would try it and even then I went in to it with a good bit of [more . . .]