The Last of the Time Lords: Tales of a Bounty Hunter Book 1
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  • Time 1h 17m
Complete, First published Mar 02, 2020
Centuries after the Great War between the Time Lords and the Syndicate of the Five Planets, a Bounty Hunter accepts a job that ties directly to that past. Meanwhile, a Gypsy is having dark visions he doesn't want, two planets will do anything to win the war between them, the last Time Lord is being hunted by Vampires, and a Witch from Earth believes that her neighbor is a demon.

"It's not up to us to decide who lives and who dies," he said strongly. "We are not Gods, just creatures. Just because you think you are right, doesn't give you the right to enforce these beliefs to everyone else. Because that's when you become exactly like the evil you were trying to extinguish." he explained. "The moment you start believing yourself better than everybody else imperfections of the Universe became immeasurable."
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