With the once mighty Trevakian Empire crumbling under prolonged and vicious assaults from armoured Morgon infantry and ships across several galaxies, the war that has lasted for over a century now seems to be nearing an inevitable and desperate conclusion.

Far across the Trevakian Empire...the furthest planet, Zaxon B stands alone and embattled on both the surface and surrounding space. With no word of forces available to support the struggle, hordes of armoured Morgons and Silakians pour from drop ships onto the inhospitable planet, the heavily outnumbered defenders fighting for their lives against an enemy that takes no prisoners and prizes the skulls of defeated foes as trophies.

Zaxon B is the last bastion of hope...holding out against overwhelming enemy forces that if freed will invariably be sent to reinforce an attack on the next planet in the enemy's sights...human earth.

With a merciless winter approaching, the defending Trevakian and human volunteer forces are surrounded and cut off...

In space above, the Trevakian Space Station has just received the last few volunteer units that earth can spare, heavy fighting continuing on the upper decks as infiltrating Morgon Shock Troops endeavour to capture the enormous station, enemy space fighters continually attacking in the surrounding atmosphere.

On an opposite orbit, the cloaked Morgon Dark Star Station completes final preparations to deploy a specialist unit to finally finish off the remaining defenders on the planet surface. The 'Black Death' Battalion is mobilizing to land.

Perhaps a time for heroes...a time of desperate failing hope. The Trevakian Marine motto now stands for all defenders...

'Your Time is Now!'

The Final Struggle for Zaxon B is about to begin.

Each book can be experienced as part of the series or as a stand-alone story.

The author aims to provide a thoroughly enjoyable and imaginative reading experience at an affordable price for the reader. All three works from the author's World War 2 Series concentrating on the Battle for Stalingrad have achieved Best Seller status on Amazon in the UK and many more stories are outlined.

Imagination is personal, free and to be cherished.
About the Author: As a boy, I used to write reports of the local football matches in my home town in northern Scotland, my favourite stories to write at the time being adventure and war and how the human condition adapts to the pressures of fate and unpredictability. Fascinated by history, I used to consume books at a frantic rate, reading personal accounts and historical works across all ages and becoming frustrated upon perusing articles that would compromise fact for common belief or to embellish a tale. My parents had always encouraged me to follow my interest, and this continued with my father occasionally enquiring if I had written anything, something I regret I had not done at the time. Although the pressures of buying property, running a business and having a career allowed me to develop plots and devise potential ideas for books, tales, twists of fate, etc. this was usually accomplished whilst sitting at traffic lights, awaking from a dream, waiting in a bar or the bane of my life, rush hour traffic. I did not realise at the time I was continually formulating stories in my mind, it was just an entertaining pastime to prevent boredom with the initial extracts of imagination then added to over time and usually when passing the same place. On long journeys, I would mentally start out with a plot and character, allowing that to grow and flourish in my mind...quite a useful diversion on say an eight hour car journey...by the time I reached the destination, a whole set of characters and actions had been formulated, sometimes even with terrain and weather. I would then write these whims down, unaware my sub-conscious seemed to be storing the colourful adventure, the key being the location I was at or even emotional state. A couple of years ago, my father unfortunately passed away and it was on the train to assist in the arrangements for the funeral that I considered what my father had encouraged me to do, the things he had been proud of that I had perhaps let slip. All the plots and stories began to pour back as I sat staring out into the French countryside, the silly twists that life throws at us, comical endings to situations and the 'itch I could never scratch', understanding fate's choices and the luck in life. I determined at that point that I would finally achieve what I had always dreamed of and write. At the end of the journey with the train pulling into Bezier...I had completed the first chapter of the first book, Bloody Iced Bullet.