Tom McCormick stood on the porch of his farmhouse in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, his hands stained with the dark, rich loam of a morning spent tending the rows. He was a man of few words, cut from the same cloth as the men who had stood on this very land three hundred years prior. His boots were worn thin, his knuckles calloused, and his back carried the permanent curvature of a man who had never asked for a holiday. In the distance, the interstate hummed—a constant, r

The history books are written in ink, but the true record is written in blood—the Desposyni. For two millennia, the bloodline of the Nazarene had been the most hunted secret in human history. To the Vatican, they were a theological heresy; to the monarchs of Europe, they were the ultimate threat to the Divine Right of Kings. They were the kin of the Savior, those who carried the genetic and spiritual memory of a man who had stood against the crushing weight of the Roman Empir

The Xylosian sun, a binary star system known as K’tharr, cast twin shadows across the crystalline spires of a civilization that had endured for millions of years. Located on the furthest spiral arm of the Milky Way, near its very edge, the Xylosians had long since mastered the physical laws of the universe. Their cities hummed with sentient energy, their knowledge archives dwarfed entire star systems, and their understanding of life itself approached a divine level. Yet, for