Never trust anyone that brings an energy rifle to a diplomatic meeting.In 2148, first contact for the human race came in a somewhat expected way. Most had hoped the aliens would simply descend onto the planet to some public arena and walk out of their craft in numbers. This is what eventually happened, but not in any way we had previously envisioned it. Because when it finally happened, we had no choice but to shoot the bastards.

Whoever coined the phrase 'fellow wanderer' had probably never wandered in an apocalyptic wasteland where people want to kill you and take your gun.All men must die. But Nomad doesn't want to die just yet. The date is somewhere in the thousands. The world is dead, rivers dry, and the only people left alive scrape the world's ruins for anything of value. Forget the promise of technology, for how things truly work has been forgotten and the only real value remains in things that can kill. The Ancients left behind wonders and it is those wonders which lead Nomad chasing after wealth. But the world is full of people who wish him dead, and the longer he lives and roams the wastes, the more he begins to realize that value lies in things altogether different.

We sent probes all across our galaxy. One of them came back...Two short stories preceding the upcoming novel Psychonaut: The Nexus.Reality Within:After weeks of terrorizing, the mysterious man in black finally pays a formal visit to the ageing Master Eemos. What he reveals to the ingenious master is no less than the edge of reality.The Infinite Mind:It just… appeared – floating in the middle of Washington Square Park. According to its logs, the probe had found a world. An alien world. A world with intelligent life. Whoever the bastards who sent back the probe were, however, sure know how to travel. Not just how to jump over distances, but instantly appear. Initially we had no idea if that’s how the probe ended up back on our planet, but it sure looked that way. It was simply there. Instantly. I was the first man sent near it. Of course, humans beings humans, most of us thought it was a bomb. A nuke. An extinction-event propellant that will extinguish all our lives in a matter of seconds. But what the probe carried was quite something else than a bomb...

If you saw how the world will die, what would you do? What could you do?Max Byron is the proxy of a living God, and his God hates him. Or so it would seem. Given the power to bend men to his will, Max scours the world and does his master's bidding. He does this because of His words, words Max heard in his mind the day his family was murdered. "I can bring them back."Max's wish, however, to see his family again, sends his mind racing to find the psychic who had promised to return his family to him. But how does one find a man with a thousand faces? One who is seemingly everywhere and nowhere? How does one find a God?To do this, Max must enter a different sphere of existence, one that transforms his mind, the world around him, and brings him face to face with truths he couldn't even dream of.

An assassin whose every fibre has been augmented for the sole purpose of murder may finally have found something he cannot kill...Saul Gramatix knew it would come to this. He had foreseen it. The reason he knew wasn’t rooted in divination or prescience on his part. The reason was actually quite simple. He had seen a small fragment of the artefact fly off in the blast when he attempted to destroy it. He had picked up its wild trail on his retinal display. At the time, however, he thought it too small to attempt and find. He had presumed it would not be picked up on any scanner. He should have known better. He should have damn well known better. But when he goes back to retrieve what he was sent to destroy, the true intentions of his contractor are revealed.[A story with events proceeding those of "Mindforger"]

In the deep forests of my hometown in southern Slovenia, in a clearing where no road leads to and animals avoid, there sits a tranquil lake...Martin is haunted by a man in his paintings which he never remembers painting. It takes his wife to point out they should perhaps investigate who this man might be, and it is this that leads them to discoveries they should probably had left alone.