Douglas Milewski: 15 books

It’s five teenage girls, four giant robots, three pooka, two army companies, and one airship against the whole of the Oversky. You’ve got to be kidding. Whose plan was this? Lennia! In good news, Lekodias has been defeated. In bad news, she’s now Empress of the Oversky,...

It’s five teenage girls, three pooka, and a sheepdog against an invading army. This isn’t looking so good. Anybody got a plan yet? Now that the war’s begun, it’s all worse, and the good guys are losing. It’s androids verses intruders, and the androids are dumb as rocks. Whose...

Effarna was only supposed to be in charge for a little while. You know the drill, find lost kids and answer questions. How hard could that be? There wasn’t any mention of “invasion” in the job description. Nor was there any mention of traveling the world, acquiring new powers,...

Maran is called by the White Lady, the goddess of life and death. According to the teachings, when the White Lady wakes, the whole world dies in frost and winter. When she sleeps, the world warms, letting plants grow and thrive. “Meeting the White Lady” is a euphemism for death. Yet...

For twenty years, Targa Tik has ridden a dragon in service of the Saints, serving her evil lich masters fiercely, never questioning the morality of her deeds. When a death gets Targa promoted, she comes face-to-face with a corrupt government that values money above all things, selling dragon rider...

Now that Maran can talk to gods, her true work has begun. A substance called Red Snake has appeared on the streets of Irontown, a drug so terrible that Altyn Tag swears mortal war against it. Red Snake is connected to the Red Sybils, visionaries of great power who serve the Red Lady of War, the goddess...

Maran has become a grave digger, a holy profession among her people. When a corrupt official seeks petty vengeance against Maran, she find herself in mortal danger. If she is to escape the charges, she must dedicated herself to the White Lady, a goddess whose mere presence is fatal, but only if she survives all the other hazards along the way.

With the Phoenix Emperor dead, new factions have formed, each fighting for control of his collapsing Empire. Generals, Silver Swans, and Astreans expatriates each pursue their own agendas, all unwilling to ally with the other. Caught in the middle of this crisis is Pabi Ae, a maid with a conflicted...

The ancient Library of Rhakotis stands as the last bulwark of knowledge against the certainty of ignorance. Every year, the library grows older and weaker and more irrelevant to the world at large. Mortally wounded from her defense of Astrea, Targa finds herself in the Library, tended by the...

My name is Pabi Ae, and I determine the fate of kingdoms. With the death of the Emperor, our territory has collapsed, and our city of Rhakotis is besieged by rivals. We defend ourselves on as best we can, but our self-proclaimed ruler, in her bid to impose her power, rules as a tyrant. I...

When the aging King of Scotland promotes his own son over his best general, Macbeth turns on his sovereign. Seizing the throne through murder, MacBeth's actions begin a cascades of tragedies that leaves scores dead and plunges Scotland into civil war.

Targa thought herself forever blessed with exile, but when her sainted mother summons her back home, she dare not disobey. Mother has ambitions to rule Astrea itself, with Targa as her puppet on the throne. If they succeed, she will be damned to a lifetime of rulership subservience. Targa’s only...

My name is Pabi Ae. I forget. That’s what I do. So before I forget again, before these events of my life fade, I have committed them to ink. My tale happened not long ago, when the undying Phoenix Emperor still sat upon his throne, ruling his ever diminishing empire as if it would last forever....

Jack is a failed wizard, a remnant of that bygone era of when England ruled the world, before the War to End All Wars. Now the people now had Communism for their daily bread and they wanted for nothing (according to all the official newspapers). And whose fault was it? The aristocrats? The capitalists?...