Axioklemat is angry, the sanctuary of his people has been penetrated by human mining operations, many are dead. Fortunately, long ago, his race planted a failsafe in the centre of our world. Having laid dormant for most of the lifetime of the Earth, Alia is finally called to arms, to enact strange, alien vengeance. Meanwhile, in the city, General Tractus numbs himself to the oncoming slaughter.
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About the Author
Mark is a writer for Doomy Doom Books and has performed many societal functions, from chef, to lab tech, to child health clerk, to teacher, to Kafkaesque government contract worker. Mark has been writing speculative fiction for some time, for pleasure and has recently begun publishing his work. He is currently based in Leeds, UK and when not writing, Mark is often found cooking or trying to acquire psychedelic rock albums. Mark is a close friend of the sentient foam that underpins the galaxy and so possesses invaluable knowledge of all space things and suchlike. This helps make all Mark’s stories 100% true.