The conclusion of The Runner series. ================================== Half a year has passed since the fall of Babel. In that time, tales of the Runner have drifted from truth into legend. There are stories of a thief who toppled an empire, whispers about a hero who sacrificed everything to free us from the iron grip of a madwoman. They say that the Runner is broken. They say that she is fearless. They say that no enemy stands a chance against her unstoppable army of warriors. They say that she fights because her veins run red with rebellion, but I know better. She fights because she has nothing left to lose.

'Firefly meets Battlestar Galactica'. A merchant's daughter is captured and sold into slavery. A genetically modified survivor of an alien attack scours the galaxy for her taken brother before he is 'disassembled'. An alien scientist uncovers a secret that will shake the foundation of her world...and their human allies. The stars are endless, but their stories are intertwined, connected to each other and to the fate of the human race. 'A Featured Sci-Fi Hidden Gem' "The most dangerous of all falsehoods is a slightly distorted truth." ― Georg Christoph Lichtenberg Cover by @CaroDelMonte

Our favourite stories are about heroes, about good triumphing over evil. We want to hear epic tales of selfless people performing great deeds and overcoming insurmountable odds. If that's the kind of story you're expecting, then you'd best get back to whatever alternate dimension you came from. They call me Trig. I'm a bounty hunter. My line of work might not be particularly honourable, but for a cyber-human outcast with a sizable chip on her shoulder (specifically, several thousand microchips) it's the perfect fit. In a galaxy full of pirates, rebels and thieves, an abomination such as myself is considered more machine than girl. My bionic appendages make me the ideal killer, the best you could ever be unfortunate enough to meet. At least, that's what I thought up until the day I made a single, crucial mistake. Now, the inhabitants of some half-baked planet are singing my praises and calling me their saviour. I could get used to this new, cushy lifestyle if it weren't for a pissed-off former employer gunning for both my head and total planetary domination. The fate of the universe hangs in the balance. If ever there was a time for a hero, this would be it. But I already warned you, this isn't that kind of story.

When she's not too busy a) being a ruthless killer and a thorn in the side of the Justice Department, b) trying (and failing) to stay out of family drama, or c) planning the occasional heist (on weekends only, of course), you can find Zenon enjoying a competitive game of water polo at Carlton Prep, one of the most prestigious private schools in the country.