The sun rose in the east. People went to work. By mid-morning the spaceships were burning Atlanta to ash, and every city that came after.

A single-celled organism brought the invaders to their knees—this time.

They left behind a fleet, and humanity took it to the stars. So we did what every pioneer since Magellan has done. We sailed to the edge of the map, where it is marked here there be monsters.

We were the monsters.

Mars was divided up by banks and rich men. Corporate charters replaced constitutions. The air was metered, the ground leased by the inch, and the rights that existed on paper back on Earth never made the trip.

One hundred eighty colonists. Twenty rifles built in a fabrication shop. Four Marines who cannot die of old age and have already been thrown off one world.

When Earth decides a few squatters need to be made an example of, the people who carved a life out of red dust say NO.

Beneath the station floor, a door older than humanity has stayed sealed since Mars had oceans.

You know the story of the tripods that landed on Earth. This is the rest of it.

One hundred eighty people. Twenty rifles. Stand with them in Northern Reach.

Book 2 in an action-packed military sci-fi thrill ride featuring tactical combat, a “found family” of elite misfits, alien bug hunting, and a mystery buried deep beneath the Martian soil.

Perfect for fans of Galaxy’s Edge, Starship Troopers, and Halo!