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Flinx is the only one with any chance of stopping the evil colossus barrelling in to destroy the Humanx Commonwealth (and everything else in the Milky Way.) His efforts take him to the land of his mortal enemies, the bloodthirsty AAnn, where chances are excellent that Flinx may be executed. And he must also seek out an ancient sentient weapons platform wandering around the galaxy and then communicate with it, a powwow that could very well fry his brain. Then there are the oblivion craving assassins determined to stop Flinx before he can prevent total annihilation. With a future that rosy, it’s no surprise that Flinx is flirting with disaster. Still, he’s no quitter. Now he’s going to need every once of his know-how, because he’s venturing to places where no one’s every been, to do what no one’s ever done, and where his deadliest enemy is so close it’s invisible.

Pip and Flinx: Book Thirteen.

“I know who your father is . . . Gestalt.”

A stunned Flinx hears these dying words from one of the renegade eugenicists whose experiments with humans twenty-odd years ago shocked the galaxy . . . and spawned Flinx. So Flinx and his minidrag, Pip, venture to Gestalt, an out-of-the-way planet that may supply the key to Flinx’s shadowy past and strange powers.

Unfortunately for Flinx, Gestalt also hosts a resident bounty hunter who’s just learned about the stupendous reward offered for a certain dead redhead. Flinx gets a chance to test his adversary’s skills when our hero’s skimmer is blasted out of the sky and into a raging river in the middle of nowhere – a nowhere of impassable terrain and ravenous, carnivorous beasts.

Wandering out there in some remote region of the galaxy is a gargantuan, sentient Tar-Aiym weapons system. All Flinx has to do – while his pals look after his injured love, Clarity Held – is find the hefty object and persuade it to knock out the monstrous evil that is hurtling through the space to lay waste to the entire Commonwealth. A no brainier, really… just as soon as Flinx and his mini drag, Pip, visit Visaria – a dangerously depraved planet to make sure that humans are indeed worth saving. But prospects really go south when Flinx runs afoul of a ruthless crime king. What’s more, a new mystery is waiting to be uncovered: a shocking clue about Flinx’s shadowy past.

Pip and Flinx; Book Eleven.

In the outer depths of the universe lies that Great Emptiness, behind which lurks something dreadful – something that is now raging straight for the Commonwealth. To avert catastrophe, Flinx must find a conscious planet size weapons system and, using his heightened mental powers, coax it into joining the battle against the behemoth from beyond.

So Pip and Flinx sail their little spaceship into the unknown, only to be forced down for emergency repairs on planet Arrwad, home to primitive sentiments and therefore off limits to space travellers. But rules never applied to Flinx. Upon his arrival, Flinx is besieged by hordes bent on worshipping him as a god. Escaping this fate will be as impossible as fulfilling his dire mission. What’s a deity to do?

Pip and Flinx: Book Ten.

Never have the cares of the universe lain so heavily on Flinx’s shoulders, nor the forces against him seemed so invincible. Pursued by a newly revealed sect of doomsday fanatics and hunted by factions inside and outside the Commonwealth, he is expected to single-handedly avert a looming galactic crisis (or bear responsibility for the consequences.) Flinx can be forgiven for feeling a slight touch of melancholy.

According to his ship’s Al, there’s only one solution for what ails Flinx – a vacation. But with increasing number of enemies chasing him with ever greater enthusiasm, Flinx must find a getaway shrouded in obscurity. It seems that Jast, a planet smack in the middle of nowhere, is prefect, but trouble can find Flinx anywhere. What he doesn’t know is that his vacation paradise is a danger zone of the highest magnitude. And by the time he learns the truth, it may be too late.

It’s a good thing Flinx is no stranger to rouble, because he’s swimming in it. After surviving an attack by a new gang of assailants, Flinx is spirited away and enlisted in a battle against an extra-galactic threat. Hidden behind the Great Emptiness, in a place where it seems matter and energy have never been, there is only evil. Pure evil that is approaching him, accelerating.

This terrifying, high-stakes adventure through perilous new realms will rocket Flinx into the very heart of danger – and into the arms of the only woman he’s ever loved. As he and Pip bravely travel to a place where no man or mini-drag has gone before, Flinx discovers he has a few more friends than he thought – and far more enemies than he ever imagined.

Flinx: born in controversy as the product of illegal genetic experiments.


Flinx: raised an orphan in the streets of Drallar on the planet Moth.


Flinx: the extraordinary young man with a rare flying snake for a companion, always the inadvertent centre of danger and galactic intrigue.


Even on the backwater worlds of the Commonwealth, Flinx finds himself in trouble, as a rich local bully takes an unwelcome interest in the minidrag Pip. Fleeing into space, Flinx arrives on the strange planet of Midworld, where an immense kilometre-deep jungle is home to an incredible array of plant and animal life, all of it unknown and all of it deadly. It soon becomes apparent that his hiding place is rather more perilous than he bargained for…

Flinx and his amazing minidrag Pip are always finding themselves in the middle of danger and galactic intrigue. So Flinx is not too surprised when they happen upon a young woman unconscious upon a river bank, deep in the jungles of Alaspin. Nor is he particularly shocked to discover that she is a brilliant scientist, abducted from a remote outpost on inhospitable Longtunnel by a group of fanatic assassins.

Flinx can see no harm in returning Clarity – for that is her name – to her base before continuing on his way, although he is getting tired of having to sort out other people’s problems. He does have his own life to get on with.

However he is quite unprepared for the disturbing effect the beautiful Clarity has on him. And as he worries about this quite novel problem, the assassins are still at work. Stopping research at Longtunnel is their number one aim and they aim to kill anyone who gets in the way.

They called him Flinx…

He was just a freckle-faced, redheaded kid with green eyes and a strangely compelling stare when Mother Mastiff first saw him on the auctioneer’s block. One hundred credits and he was hers.

For years the old woman was his only family. She loved him, fed him, taught him everything she knew – even let him keep the deadly flying snake he called Pip.

Then Mother Mastiff mysteriously disappeared and Flinx took Pip to tail her kidnappers. Across the forests and swamps of the winged world called Moth, their only weapons were Pip’s venom…and Flinx’s unusual Talents.

All of his life Flinx had lived in the marketplace on Drallar with his foster mother, an ageing shopkeeper. But Flinx did not belong there and although he knew nothing of his true parents he was determined to find out about himself and the strange mental abilities that he had been endowed with.

His search was to lead him into the clutches of Challis, one of the most depraved and powerful men in the Commonwealth … on to Terra where the records of his birth were kept … and finally to Ulru-Ujurr where the priceless and mysterious Janus jewels came from and where a new civilisation was about to be born.

Pip and Flinx: Book Two.

Repler was a humanx-controlled planet, a minor outpost of the flourishing Commonwealth. It housed two of the most terrible threats ever to have faced the material universe.

First was the Vom. A vast mass of liquid blackness, it had waited half a million years to be discovered. The wait was over.

Second there was Bloodyhype, a killer drug with no known antidote. It caused instant addiction, followed by excruciatingly slow death.

Flinx was a sanitation engineer, strictly on the sidelines. But his role in the affairs of the planet soon took on a more ominous aspect.

Pip and Flinx: Book One.

So-named because of its beautiful “wings” – great golden clouds forever suspended in space. And like its namesake, the planet attracted unwary tourists, travellers, space-sailors, merchants – a teeming, constantly shifting horde that provided a comfortable income for certain quick-witted fellows like Flinx and his pet flying-snake, Pip. The pickings were easy enough so that you with care you didn’t even have to be dishonest.

In fact, you could hardly call it dishonest – stealing a starmap from a dead body that didn’t need it any more. But Flinx wasn’t quite smart enough. He should have wondered why the body was dead . . .