Earth barely survived the 21st Century. Biotechnological and nuclear terrorism, civil war, famine, and ethnic cleansing killed billions. Thousands fled on warpdrive ships to colonize planets around distant suns.
In the 22nd century, after the United Nations established control over Earth, it opened wormhole links to the distant colonies, to prevent a repeat of the previous century’s chaos on a galactic scale.
Enter operative Stone Chalmers. Spy. Assassin. Instrument maintaining the UN’s order over the settled galaxy.
Opposing him are hostile forces on colony worlds… and within the UN itself.
The purpose of all other combat arms is to put the infantryman in sole possession of the battlefield.
A thousand years from now, while Earth sleeps in virtual reality, three polities—the Confederated Worlds, the Unity, and the Progressive Republic—strive to connect the scattered, terraformed worlds of humankind by artificial wormholes. When they meet, they clash, in a decades-long struggle of arms embroiling the settled galaxy, in which dedication to duty liberates worlds—and oneself.
From tundra to desert, from prairies to rainforests, the trade routes of Ganelerdos converge at Sparrenfor, Enelarmos, Larpektis, and Torg-ra-Honnet—the Merchant Cities. Fair exchange offers prosperity to the creative and industrious, whether human or elemental… and unearned riches to the ambitious and greedy.
I fell in love with science fiction from reading Robert A. Heinlein, Arthur C. Clarke, Larry Niven, Greg Bear, Greg Benford, Robert Silverberg, and Roger Zelazny.
I earned a Ph.D. in biochemistry, so naturally enough, biotechnology is common in my science fiction. But don’t worry, you can find space travel, space battles, computers, and robots in my published fiction.
I grew up in the Midwest–in that broad swathe of America disdained by the bicoastal elites as “flyover country”–and I both understand and respect Middle America in a way too many science fiction and fantasy writers these days don’t.