Newly Released: The Expanding Universe, Volume 11: A Science Fiction Exploration

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The Expanding Universe Volume 11, is now available. Edited by Craig Martelle, this collection of military science fiction explores the question posed by Arthur C. Clarke: "“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”

Inspired by the question, the authors in The Expanding Universe Volume 11, let their imaginations run wild, speculating on the futures that might be, and exploring some of the following:

Aliens can be peaceful or not. Who will emerge as the superior strain of intelligence? Humanity may be new to the game, but they aren’t new to conflict.

Fantastic races vying for dominance. A microcosm of the greater good. Battles fought for higher ideals. Battles fought just to survive.

War doesn’t care about human or alien. The soldiers fight, and they fight hard, as if their lives depend on it.

Because they do.

This volume contains more than 210,000 words of never-a-dull-moment Sci-Fi entertainment! Join new friends as you immerse yourself in high-tech worlds scattered across the stars, and you can seize your copy of The Expanding Universe Volume 11 today.

Available on Amazon, you can find The Expanding Universe Volume 11, HERE: https://geni.us/TEU11  

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