Vernal had been confident going into her battle with Arc. A sudden reversal had lead to a mortal wound, but instead of leaving her to bleed to death in the sand, he brought her back from the brink of death. The poor fool. In the Laws of the Tribe he now owned her. Like it or not. Vernal's problem wasn't that he owned her, her problem was that she was starting to enjoy it.

John Clark may be dead, but his past deeds have made him a prime candidate for yet another role, in yet another war, on another world entirely. Restored to the prime of his youth and dropped feet-first into a world of supernatural monsters and ancient conspiracies, he'll have to recreate the trials of his youth and then some to stand a fighting chance.

Altis descended into despotism, the world descended into war and anarchy, Sergeant Kerry descended into… who the hell knows? Then one day he caught a glint of long hair, reflected in the firelight of a bandit camp. In a moment of weakness he sprung into action. What good can one man even do in the face of a broken world?

Yang has had one of the best careers a Huntress could have asked for, but she's done with that. She's ready to settle down with an old flame and build a family, a functional one, if she can help it. Only when she knocks on the door of the Arc household, somebody else is waiting for her. Living her dream. Fortunately for Yang, she's willing to share it, for a price. Erotica