Planet Earth stands in ultimate peril...a war rapidly engulfing numerous continents from a concealed vicious enemy.

The Morgons have lain hidden for years, studying and contemplating the weaknesses of their victims before striking, concealed in the darkest depths and havens where humans could not travel without harm or virtual suicide. The inhuman guests are now understood to have evolving bodies, able to absorb immense punishment and transform and grow in harsh polluted realities that humans cannot survive.

The situation is bleak if not hopeless for human life...the oceans now controlled by invading hordes growing in merciless strength...numerous coastal landings advancing inland across the globe from Japan through Thailand, South Korea, central Ukraine and St Petersburg. Bitter fighting is commencing in Normandy in France and the North Sea oil rigs of the United Kingdom have fallen.

With two massive Morgon warships now orbiting the planet, the United States faced the ultimate ferocity of initial attacks, the western seaboard now obliterated along with the majority of coastal defensive forces. Additional enemy landings have occurred in New York and now Boston, heavy merciless fighting continuing in Florida, Philadelphia and Baltimore.

Across the galaxies, there is a seeming improvement in the military situation on Zaxon B due to the timely intervention of the last ship from the Fahimian Republic. Any meagre Trevakian reserves are now being deployed to the deteriorating situation on Planet Earth to assist their new allies, the ships currently travelling to the remote human enclave.

Eager to support and enhance the new additions to the Trevakian Empire, a Battle Cruiser has been gifted to the human race, the appropriately named 'Galactic Freedom' a gesture of peace and solidarity with the new alliance members. Destined perhaps unknowingly for a battle of annihilation that is engulfing the planet; on board, the surviving earth soldiers are deep in training, some having even now bravely or naively joined the Trevakian Marine Corps.

But there is a flicker of hope...a potent prototype weapon from the new charismatic allies that are few in number...a rifle that the dreaded Morgons do not possess, something that may stem and then reverse the tide if it arrives in time, or is able to be produced in sufficient numbers. Also on board, one human female may hold a surprising and demoralising insight into where the invaders have actually come from...the secret almost too incredulous to consider.

With the human world situation darkening and deteriorating, the devastating firepower of the orbiting Morgon Warships is unleashed once more...the massive energy blasts entering earth's atmosphere and hurtling towards another target...

There may be little of the beleaguered planet left to salvage when reinforcements finally arrive...even if successful against overwhelming odds.

This is a time for heroes and ultimate survival...time is short and running out...

'Our Time is Now!'

Planet Genocide II is the fifth book in the Galaxies Collide Series with an evolving story and the battle for humanity ongoing.

The author aims to provide a thoroughly enjoyable and imaginative reading experience at an affordable price for the reader. All three works from the author's World War 2 Series concentrating on Stalingrad have achieved Best Seller status on Amazon in the UK and many more stories are outlined.

Imagination is free and to be cherished.
About the Author: As a boy, I used to write reports of the local football matches in my home town in northern Scotland, my favourite stories to write at the time being adventure and war and how the human condition adapts to the pressures of fate and unpredictability. Fascinated by history, I used to consume books at a frantic rate, reading personal accounts and historical works across all ages and becoming frustrated upon perusing articles that would compromise fact for common belief or to embellish a tale. My parents had always encouraged me to follow my interest, and this continued with my father occasionally enquiring if I had written anything, something I regret I had not done at the time. Although the pressures of buying property, running a business and having a career allowed me to develop plots and devise potential ideas for books, tales, twists of fate, etc. this was usually accomplished whilst sitting at traffic lights, awaking from a dream, waiting in a bar or the bane of my life, rush hour traffic. I did not realise at the time I was continually formulating stories in my mind, it was just an entertaining pastime to prevent boredom with the initial extracts of imagination then added to over time and usually when passing the same place. On long journeys, I would mentally start out with a plot and character, allowing that to grow and flourish in my mind...quite a useful diversion on say an eight hour car journey...by the time I reached the destination, a whole set of characters and actions had been formulated, sometimes even with terrain and weather. I would then write these whims down, unaware my sub-conscious seemed to be storing the colourful adventure, the key being the location I was at or even emotional state. A couple of years ago, my father unfortunately passed away and it was on the train to assist in the arrangements for the funeral that I considered what my father had encouraged me to do, the things he had been proud of that I had perhaps let slip. All the plots and stories began to pour back as I sat staring out into the French countryside, the silly twists that life throws at us, comical endings to situations and the 'itch I could never scratch', understanding fate's choices and the luck in life. I determined at that point that I would finally achieve what I had always dreamed of and write. At the end of the journey with the train pulling into Bezier...I had completed the first chapter of the first book, Bloody Iced Bullet.