UnderVerse

A realm aside from our own. The center of the realities. Home to every spectrum of magic. From the beautiful to the terrible, it was all held in delicate balance by the Eternal Emperor and his immortal children. For 10,000 years, the empire was the bastion that protected the sentient races from the darkness, but the revolution, and the War of the Gods has changed all that . . . Jax seems like a regular guy, except that he fights creatures from a strange place called the UnderVerse in his sleep, leaving him covered in horrific scars when he wakes up. The mysterious disappearance of his brother five years prior has forced Jax into a holding pattern, with a job he tolerates, a girl he kinda, sorta loves . . . until he's kidnapped and given a stark choice by his asshat of a father: Go to the UnderVerse in reality, travel to the capitol of that ruined realm at the center of reality, and open a portal for the Noble Houses to return home . . . Or die, slowly. That's the good news. The bad is that he has to survive the arena first, to prove his right to go. Twelve will enter, only one can leave . . .

New companions, new threats, and at last a real home. Jax has a chance to turn his territory into more than a relic, buried deep in the forest. War is on the horizon . . . Things are looking up for Jax, more or less. He's met the girl (Wisp) of his dreams, got some new friends (the kind he'd fought with and alongside in his gaming), and even managed to start a war . . . Okay, that last bit might not have been the wisest thing he's ever done, but the guy was an ass, and he deserved it . . . The only problem is, they say an Englishman's home is his castle, and Jax's home is in ruins . . . this place isn't going to be any use in defending his new people unless he gets it sorted, and fast! He needs materials, equipment, magic, and people. Most of all he needs time. Time to get things sorted, his ships in the air and his house in order. When you're surrounded on all sides, outclassed, outnumbered, and everyone's probably a bit brighter than you are, there's only one option . . . Attack!

Jax and his people have raided the City of Fallen Souls, but just because you've grabbed the loot, doesn't mean you're home free . . . Once again, Jax has found himself in the thick of it. His party needs to escape, make changes and improve on the incomplete and barely manned ships they stole. With the city, not to mention the Dark Legion, gearing for war, he has only one choice available. Landfall. Jax and his people must take the risk of landing aboard the possessed, infested, and crumbling Sunken City. They need to move people, resources, and more around. While preparing the ships, the new citizens, and hell, Jax needs to meet most of the people who followed him blindly on the promise of a better life. Not to mention that there's new skills to learn, professions to level, and loot to be had . . . Welcome to the Sunken City . . . Welcome to the Prax Glorious Retribution . . . Welcome to TITAN!

With the God of Death out for his life, Jax has a choice to make, and it's time for the brothers to face each other . . . Nimon, The God of Death, has named Jax and all who follow him "Apostate" decreeing their death and has dispatched his Dark Legion, the Imperial Legion's antithesis, to see the job done once and for all. Hundreds march on the Great Tower, the seat of Jax's power and home to his resurgent Empire. Unbeknownst to Nimon, Jax and the vast majority of his people are far out to sea, aboard ships that are only partially operational, and the enemy's forces are drawing closer to his home by the hour. Jax must choose: Protect the refugees and risk the Dark Legion reaching his home first, or take a far smaller force and intercept the threat head on. Can Jax risk it all on a single roll of the dice? What Jax doesn't know is that he's not the only one of Imperial Blood to have skin in the game. It's time for the brothers to finally meet on the field of battle . . .

The brothers are united, but storm clouds gather on the horizon. War has come to Dravith. The Dark Legion have been beaten back, and for the first time, the brothers are allied against the savagery that the UnderVerse has thrown at them, but the storm clouds of war are gathering, and not everyone will see the sun rise again. Jax has one chance to keep his people safe from the storm and the war that's building on the horizon, but it'll take balls of steel, brains of mince-and he's really going to need to be lucky as hell to pull this one off... The Legion rises along with their Scion, buoyed aloft on waves of hope, but not all are as dedicated as they may seem, and a tiny pinprick can be all that makes the difference, when it's made at just the wrong time...

The War of the Gods has stalled while both sides recover, borders have been established, and a form of uneasy peace descends on the Imperial Territory of Dravith . . . It should be a time of consolidation, of rest and giving the survivors the chance to rearm and train. But life rarely goes as Jax expects. New and old enemies are on the horizon, the land itself is disturbed, and worst of all, the Gods are not all he believed they are . . . The Dark Tide Rises . . .

Stranded thousands of miles from their companions, Jax, Oracle and Sehran are alone, cut off from support, and the only thing they have in plenty are enemies. Stranded on a hostile continent with only Oracle and Sehran, Jax is facing a hard truth: all the power of his newfound crown means nothing in a land where no one knows his name-and wouldn't care if they did. Time's running out until the enemy find him, and without his friends and his legions, what chance does he have? He's far from home, surrounded by enemies in an unknown land, and where his own lands are now free of the taint of the dark one and his minions, Carrmor is anything but. Sonra lies ahead, a target, a hope, a trap possibly, but when you're surrounded on all sides, that just means there's a lot of experience available. Jax has a choice, he could turn and run, try and find a ship and start the long, perilous journey home, or, he can start again from scratch with the target on his back. Monsters, mayhem, and rival crowns, not to mention the daggers in the night, but whoever said becoming emperor would be easy? It's time for Jax to do what he does best, and give the things that hide under the bed some fresh nightmares.

Jez Cajiao presents Book 9 in the UnderVerse series.

Jax survived the Smugglers Path, as did most of his party, but he's suffered losses, found out just how far he's willing to go for Oracle, and seen his own darker side . . . as have his followers. The City of Himnel crawls with depravity, violence, and backstabbing, and if Jax wants to keep his people, supply his growing war-machine, and have any kind of a chance at survival, he needs to not only survive there, he needs to rob it blind! Jax's simple, honest, and straightforward methods of dealing with people would usually equate to a snowman vs. a flamethrower's chance at survival, except he's got some new tricks, some new allies, and gives even less of a damn than usual about the odds. Join Jax, Oracle, and the squad as they explore Himnel, fight in the Arena and gather other waifs and strays not to mention making new, and far more powerful enemies than he ever dreamt he would encounter. Find out what happened to Thomas, why the Legion is hated and reviled, and if Jax ever manages to get his hearts desire . . . namely a cold beer, people to leave him the hell alone, and Oracle, naked, and some "quality" time uninterrupted!