When the lines between virtual reality and real life blur, who’s the player and who’s the played? Beware the singularity.

It’s 7:48 in the morning, I haven’t even had my coffee yet, and I’m watching as they’re hauling my body out of the river. I’m an Upload, a clone. They’ve mapped my genes, replicated my DNA, made a copy, and now I need to solve my own murder.

A tongue-in-cheek thrival manual for new vampires in need of guidance.

Lucky was going home when she’s suddenly in the middle of an interstellar conspiracy. Who can she trust when she doesn’t know anyone?