Novelas y relatos de Simon Scarrow Eagle Series In Order

The e-war squad leader looked at his comms display and raised three fingers in the air for a moment. Then he went back to work. "Thirty seconds," Tyrant replied. Eva sighed as she thought of Miko. She had a feeling that she would have had no problems with this hack by herself. "Make it fifteen," she replied. "The enemy could start evaporating cadets at any time." As this was happening, the other sergeants came from around the building with their fortifications in tow. They lined themselves up at the enemy's flanks and fired into their masses.

Raven mumbled, "How could he not be after revenge after all these?" Simon's eyes locked on Raven like a sharp eagle: "Because in the end, he believes in good. He values life more than anyone, and he loves you." Raven rose an eyebrow at the last weird comment. "You know he loves you, don't you?" Simon fixed his eyes on Raven, "He dashed out the moment he heard that you got in trouble with the rogues without even waiting for some fighter to take with him; when you were poisoned with wolfsbane, he went to get the golden eagle's egg just so you could suffer a little less when--"

I ask, although I know the answer. “They were just pawns in the hands of those who are looking for us,” she claims, smiling sadly. I remain silent, taking advantage of Sebastian’s tactics, waiting patiently for her to continue speaking. I feel that this is just the beginning of something I don’t want to be a part of at any cost. “They are called eagles,” she announces. “They seek out everyone with rare DNA and bring them in.” She clenches her teeth for a moment. I see pain and fear in her eyes. “I don’t remember how old I was when they found me. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember anything that happened before I got to Eagles,” she admits in a trembling voice. “You have no idea what we h

General Ethan Cole. He stood at the far end of the tent, leaning over the map, his eyes scanning the reports scattered around him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with an air of authority that commanded attention. His uniform, though neat, showed signs of wear—dust clung to the fabric, and faint smudges of dirt streaked his face. Despite the chaos around him, he looked calm and focused. “Dr. Vance,” he said, his voice steady as he looked up at me. “Welcome to the base.”