The Storyteller is an original book series of adventure and space exploration, which seems to answer the persistent, intriguing question present in us all: are we alone in the Universe? Are there other intelligent beings, other powerful civilizations out there? And if they are, then who or what are they? How do they look like? How are the worlds they create and inhabit, and how different are they from us?
This first book of The Storyteller series introduces a mysterious character that people call simply Arthur, Author, or the Holly One. Here is the first part of his story, including the story of his friends and loved ones.
All characters are warm and interesting, young and old, lively and full of joy. They find themselves in interesting circumstances, and they fight, struggle, succeed or fail to get out unharmed. The protagonists are either very powerful, or they are always in contact with powerful beings.
At a deeper level, embedded in the web of adventure, this book explores Life, Existence and the Universe, along with the way people, societies, and civilizations behave everywhere, forming this comprehensive, everlasting world that we experience today. Enjoy!
The most visible trace of the book is the interaction with very powerful beings, those who decide the fate of the Universe.
A stronger plot of the story relates to peoples behavior, being aliens or not, the specific way in which they react in various circumstances, always learning from their experience.
The Captain, Cathleen, takes her share of the action; she fails and succeeds throughout her adventures the way normal people do, and she learns to tame her emotions and instincts, to become more pragmatic, to cope with tougher, more demanding situations. She applies everything to her life, both on Starship Colonial and on Earth, and her achievements exceed her wildest expectations. However, her achievements are irrelevant if she does not fulfill the mission assigned to her by the people of Earth. Is her determination strong enough to fulfill it now, when she has everything she ever wanted?
Jack remains an interesting, puzzling character throughout the book, influencing unknowingly the life of many, accomplishing everything with the innocence of a child.
More characters emerge and develop from among the crew and colonists, and from the people of the worlds they encounter.
Throughout the book, and throughout this whole series, there is a hidden, consistent trace of liberation from ignorant stereotypes, cold prejudices, predetermined norms, and irrelevant ideals. As opposed to real life where the great majority of people live the way it is taught, some of the characters succeed in opening their eyes, grasping this way and understanding a wider truth. And yet at times bondage defeats freedom and they have to accept it helplessly, which makes for the credible, real, complex plot of the book. Enjoy!
greatest moment of Dr. Spencer's life would be a death sentence if he told what
he and some other scientists were working on in a secret underground
governmental facility called XJ7. Rumor has it that Dr. Spencer and a team of
scientists were working on reverse engineering on a UFO that crash landed on a
farm about twenty-five miles from the XJ7 facility. It wasn't the Government
that these scientists had to fear it was the aliens that were recovered from
the crash site about keeping it secret.
As the days passed by and
progress was made on their reverse engineering experiment, Dr. Spencer wanted
to tell his friends and family, but couldn't shake off what the Alien told him
at the crash site. The Alien said "If any words of this rolls off your
tongue you will vanish without a trace."
That was enough to shut any
man up, but as time passes most every human has to tell someone their secret
because it makes them feel like something that important needs to be told to
the world. Dr. Spencer had a big ego, and after weeks of keeping his mouth shut
he decided to tell his wife what he and his colleagues were working on when he
Enemy activity had fallen into an eerie calm, but everyone felt the coming storm—a terrible storm, poised to unleash its fury upon the galaxy. It seemed as though the entire universe was holding its breath. Waiting. Whether waiting for the salvation of mankind or its demise was yet unclear.
He set out to prove a theory. Now he’s racing to save the galaxy from his mistake.
Along with his newly found, rag-tag band of alien friends, Nick Bannon battles to keep his devastating technology out of the hands of the biomechanoid race known as the Mok’tu.
Nick is flung to a distant world when his hyperspace experiment goes awry. Technology can always be used for good or evil and now his peaceful experiment could become a horrific weapon of a malicious alien race. Every species in the galaxy is in danger of total annihilation and it may take one man’s greatest sacrifice to stop it.
Full 86,000 word space opera novel!
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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I found "The Hyperspace Project" to be an immensely enjoyable read. I kept picturing Harrison Ford, but with the Indiana Jones personality, but in a Blade Runner world as Nick Bannon. The pacing was great, Swan did an awesome job giving just enough desription of the new technology and alien races without dragging the story into a grinding halt. The story had a feel good sense that I got from watching "Guardians of the Galaxy" - where you get to know the characters to the point where you actually want to meet themand have a few drinks at a dive bar to hear more stories.
The dialogue and writing were top notch - and it was clear that this story was thought out before Swan committed it to paper. With all of the rehashes (really - can we do a Spiderman reboot just one more time please.....) it is nice to meet some new characters in a new adventure - and it doesn't have to end here, since Swan already has book two on the shelves.
Highly recommend this book for lovers of sci fi!!!" - Nathan Merceron
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "5 star sci-fi adventure - this book is FUN. The start of a new series, Book 1 : Awakenings does not disappoint. It has all the elements I desire in a good space adventure story - a reluctant hero fumbling his/her way through new alien space, interesting and unique aliens, exciting twists and turns, a good overall plot and a whole lot of fun. I am right on board the Hyperspace wagon, eagerly awaiting book 2, which means book 1 gets the OMGMOAR 5 star award from Tracing The Stars." -TracingTheStars.com
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "A lost Queen. An ancient prophecy. Worlds caught in an interstellar war between two malevolent alien races. Hyperspace, Nanites, Biomechanoids with a mysterious past. The Hyperspace Project is non-stop action and lots of fun." -John S.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "I really enjoyed this book. There is a lot of action, but it's well balanced. If you like Star Trek or shows like Stargate, then I think you'll like this book. Fun characters and a story that flows well. Some good futuristic science too. (Nanites, hyperspace, gadgets etc.) I only wish that the second book was already available. There is also an interesting extra chapter that can be unlocked with clues from the book. That added an extra bit of fun to it as well." -Sara, BestIndieBooks.com
Karg woke to the sound of explosions rocking the ship. "Karg! Get to Bay One, we're about to have company!" Arya's voice demanded over his com-badge.
Karg fell out of bed onto his knees. The rumble of multiple blasts to the hull rang through his room. "What...what's going on? Arya?"
"Karg! Get your arsk to Bay One! Now!" The sounds of explosions on the bridge almost drowned out Arya's voice. "Raiders!"
"Frek!" Karg grumbled. He flew out of the door into the corridor, driving a passing Meth into the wall as they collided. The Meth crewmember stumbled to his feet in his cumbersome environmental suit and continued on his way. Karg was too distracted to apologize. He hopped down the hallway attempting to get a foot into his boot and still shaking off his grogginess. He finally got his feet stuffed into his boots before rounding the corner into Bay One. The fury of plasma blasts hitting the hull reverberated through the hangar like a giant drum. "I'm in Bay One. What the hetek is going on out there?"
Karg waited for what seemed like forever for an answer. The silence on the com had him worried. Finally, Arya replied. "Raiders. Everywhere. Too small and fast. Can't get a clear shot. Can't outrun them."
Suddenly Karg's com-badge screeched and whined. Then a strange voice broke in. "Captain of the Ashok, surrender and I may let your crew live."
Karg waited tensely through the long pause. Arya didn't appear to be responding to the raider's demands.
"Let me talk to Arnon," the voice demanded.
On the bridge, Arya sat tall and straight in the Captain's chair, glaring at the main view screen. An unkempt, scarred face stared back at her. Typical raider scum, in need of a good bath and some manners. At least over the vid-link she was spared from his stench.
All her training and time spent watching Argos command the ship had prepared her for this moment. "Raider baskurt. This is Captain Arya of the Ashok. I have been lenient with you so far, but do not try my patience. Perhaps you have heard about how we recently destroyed a Mok'tu Star-Killer. Leave now or suffer the same fate."
The commander of the raiders smirked. "Yeah I've heard of you alright. And I've heard about that weapon of yours. A weapon of that power would be worth a lot of credits. Way I hear it, that weapon could probably rip apart a whole planet. The fact that a craft that small can unleash that kind of power has me shakin' in my boots." The commander gave a sarcastic laugh. "The thing is...that weapon may be scary powerful when it's launched, but right now it's sitting safely aboard your ship. Now surrender before I take your ship apart, piece by piece!"
Arya's mind raced. They knew about the hyperspace ship, but they thought it was still aboard the Ashok. How could she use that to her advantage? And Arnon? How did they know Arnon?
"I've called your bluff, missy," the commander chided. "Time to pay up."
"Commander Scumbag," she began, taunting him with insults. "I do not negotiate with raiders and especially not with the likes of you. You have ballusks, I'll give you that. I can't believe you would threaten the ship carrying the biggest, baddest weapon around. What the hetek were you thinking? You're such a patuke. I have nothing more to say to you. You're not even worth the effort of killing. Get out of my way, and I will let you live. And before you go making another brilliant decision in your colorful, yet undoubtedly short career, I ask you, how sure are you that this weapon can't be fired from within the walls of this vessel? Are you willing to bet your life on it?"
The commander's reply was long in coming. The smaller raider vessels zipped around the Ashok like betiks on a syrup tree, continuing to fly hit and run maneuvers. The constant plasma blasts were beginning to weaken the Ashok's defenses.
Finally the commander's voice broke the silence. "I understand. You have principles. You don't negotiate with raiders. That's one of your principles. But, you see, I don't have any of them principles. Life's much simpler that way. Know what I'm say'n'?" The commander grinned, one gold tooth shining amidst his decaying, food encrusted teeth. "It's a shame that a pretty thing like you is going to have to die, but now you're trying my patience!"
Sirok sent a message to Arya's console with his wireless neural interface. The raiders had made it through the Ashok's collapsing shields and had blown off the outer door to Bay One. With the shields failing and the hull breached, there was nothing to stop them from entering the ship.
Arya severed communications with the raiders, and the view screen went blank. The time for posturing was over. The raiders in this sector were notoriously dangerous and most likely one of the main reasons so few ever returned from Demented Space. "Sirok, you have the con. Patch everything through to my PDU." Arya held up her personal data unit, a handy, do about anything, reconfigurable on the fly, mobile gadget that she seldom left behind. "Tell Karg I'm headed down there, and get everyone you can to Bay One. We need to stop them from getting into the rest of the ship!"
"Aye, Captain." Sirok busily typed on his console. His holo-display showed a diagram of the ship alongside a roster of the crew and their current locations.
Arya turned as she entered the transport tube. "Lock down the bridge." The tube doors slid shut with a whoosh, and the tube sped down to the bay level.
Sirok broadcasted a message to all hands, ordering them to defend the hangar bay. The bridge grew quiet. The bombardment had ceased. The raiders were now focused on taking the ship. Sirok put a priority-one lockdown in place, sealing off the bridge. Arya would be able to command the ship through her encrypted mobile data unit, but if all else failed, Sirok would have to take over command from the bridge. The protective mucus covering Sirok's body oozed faster. It was a natural bodily function for a Kymirian under stress, a vestige of his ancestry that allowed them to move quickly and replace the antibacterial covering at a more rapid rate. His nerves were beginning to get the best of him, and he could feel it in the thinning mucus running down his face. He knew that even with the bridge locked out the raiders could disable the engines and other systems if they infiltrated the ship.
Arya slid to a stop next to Karg in Bay One. The force field in the bay was holding, but through the translucent wall of static, the ominous presence of the raiders was apparent. A boarding party was nearing the field, spreading into several groups.
A handful of crewmembers ran into the bay behind Arya. Two Meths, a couple of Arisian ensigns, and Kyrk. Arya frowned. "That's it? That's all of you?"
"Hull breach in the aft section," Kyrk responded "Five of the crew were there when it happened. Three didn't make it. The other two are trapped."
Arya was all business. "Sket. It will have to do. Take cover. We draw the line here! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!" the crew replied in true military fashion.
In front of them, the glove of an armored space suit pierced through the force field.
"Karg! They're coming through! They must be using a field modulator."
Another hand came through the force field, a pistol aimed and at the ready. Plasma blasts ricocheted off the metal crate in front of them as they ducked. "Open fire!" Arya commanded, as she popped up and fired several rounds at the raiders.
A barrage of plasma bolts streaked back and forth across the bay. Puffs of smoke rose from the impacting balls of plasma, creating an early morning fog-like haze throughout the bay.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "E.J. Deen has created another compelling story to captivate audiences. An epic sci-fi movie in the making." -BestIndieBooks.com
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "I haven't been so excited about a new book series since...well...I can't even remember when." -JellyBombReview.com
🌎 "Great Sci-Fi Adventure!"
👽 "First Contact with a twist."
⚡️ "Fast-Paced, High-Tech Action series. Aliens, genetic engineering, intergalactic war, witches, futuristic ninjas, mystery, who could ask for more?"
☄️ His name is Kael Jai. Cast out from his own world after losing a long battle against the madman named Jindom. Thrown to Earth through a portal, abandoned to fend for himself, alone and alienated from his people. Alienated. Alien. That's what he was considered in this world. An alien. An unknown. It was hard to think of himself as alien, or even different. But to these people on this planet, he was an anomaly, something to be feared, perhaps even dissected. The Priejsthaed had sent him to Earth for his own protection. They thought he would be safe there. They were wrong. Jindom had discovered his location and now Kael Jai must not only fight for his life but also find a way to restore peace on his home-world of Trinoor. And save Earth from the powerful war machines sent there to kill him.
The girl hesitated for a fraction of a second, her eyes darting to the Sulcrum, and then she threw the blade in Kael's direction. Kael took three giant strides toward her, one arm outstretched to catch the heavy Strongblade, leapt into the air and used one leg against a nearby lamppost to stop his momentum and turn himself around to face the Sulcrum. He caught the blade neatly and deftly turned it in his hand, his fingers clenched around the metal hilt. Still in motion, he launched himself off the pole and met the Sulcrum as it hurtled toward him. The blade sank deep into the weak point just below the Sulcrum's chin and stuck out the other side. Kael gave the blade a violent twist left then right and stepped sideways as the forward momentum of the Sulcrum's body continued past him and rammed into the glass window of the very store Kael had been standing in front of just minutes earlier. Shards of glass flew in all directions as the heavy metal body of the Sulcrum came to a halt in the middle of the now destroyed store display. The woman stared at the machine's head as it fell at Kael's feet.
For a moment, Kael stood with his arm still outstretched, blade extended outward, muscles tensed and bulging, and his chest heaving as he worked to catch his breath. His eyes were glued to the woman. A second later, he vaulted towards her, grabbed her by the hand, and began running away from the storefront as fast as he could drag his baggage behind him. She was small and couldn't keep up with him. Frustrated, he stopped. She immediately slammed into the back of him.
"Ow! Damn you! Where are you taking me!" she yelled at him.
"Away from here," he yelled back. Without saying another word, he picked her up like she was a sack of potatoes, dumped her over his shoulder, and ran down the street with her bouncing against his back. She wound her fingers into his shirt and held on tight to try and stop the mind-numbing bounce of her head.
"I...w-want to kn-know...where the hell you're t-t-taking me!" she shrieked, her words coming out in gasps as her stomach bounced painfully against his shoulder.
Just as the last word was leaving her lips, the Sulcrum exploded in a massive ball of fire that sent bricks, glass, metal, and parts of mannequins flying across the street. Kael kept running. The woman was too winded to scream when the explosion ripped through the store. Sirens howled in the distance, fire trucks and police cars already trying to make their way through the city streets to get to the odd scene that citizens had surely reported. Only minutes had passed since the Sulcrum's arrival, but there was enough chaos and damage on the street to make it look like a terrorist attack.
Another explosion rocked the atmosphere, the sound reverberating off the tall buildings around them. The Sulcrum's head, exploding just minutes after the body's self-destruct.
Kael kept running. He had to get as far away from the scene as possible, as fast as possible. He ran a mile before he finally stopped and put the woman down. Tears streaked her cheeks, and her nose was red and wet from crying. She wobbled on her feet and shoved her long blonde hair out of her face to get a good look at him. Kael was barely panting from the long run. Running with her weight on his shoulder hadn't even winded him. His luminous green eyes stared down into her face, assessing her emotions and her physical state.
"What the hell was that...that...thing back there!" she demanded.
"A Sulcrum," he answered succinctly.
He reached for her hand. She snatched it out of his way so that he couldn't take hold of it.
He frowned. "You must come with me."
"The hell you say! I don't have to go anywhere with you! You nearly got me killed back there!"
He reached for her hand again. Again, she moved out of his grasp. "I want to know why the man in that armor was trying to kill you, and why you are running with me!"
"There's no time for that. We have to get as far away as possible, as fast as possible. Every delay could mean the death of us."
"Why? And why we? Why do I have to go with you? What the hell is going on?" She ended in a near-scream of fury and frustration.
"The Sulcrum is not a man. It's a machine. A very deadly one," Kael explained.
The woman glanced at him nervously. She looked dazed, confused, and he could smell the terror thrumming through her bloodstream.
"You've been imprinted," he stated.
"Wha-What does that mean?"
"It means that you are in danger. You must come with me."
Her eyes were beautiful. He'd just noticed. Deep as a crystal clear blue spring on Trinoor. Her hair the color of the corn silk he'd seen stripped from the ears in the farmers market. Skin fair, smooth, and clear. Next to his 6' 5" frame, she was tiny, probably no more than 5'4". Not that it mattered. She was under his protection now. Like it or not, he couldn't leave her.
She opened her mouth to say something, but the words were cut short when he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her down the side street. "We must get out of sight."
She tried to twist her hand out of his, but his grip was too firm. "Why should I come with you?" She yelled the words at the back of his head.
He turned abruptly and put a large hand over her mouth to shut her up. Leaning down close so she could look into the depth of his eyes, he said very clearly, "If you want to remain alive, you will follow me to the ends of your planet if need be, without hesitation and without argument."
Her eyes were wide with fear, and he could feel her heart thrumming hard against his abdomen. The energy of it beat the air between them, reaching out to strum his nervous system. His senses were at high alert, and he could see everything about her, smell everything, feel everything, like no human ever could.
"I'm going to let go now. And you're going to be good and not scream. If you hold me back any longer, I will have no choice but to leave you behind, to protect myself. If I do that, you will die. Do you understand?"
She nodded feebly, her cheeks pinched up above the meat of his palm. She looked like a pathetic little cartoon character on some earth show. When he didn't let go, she nodded more emphatically and grunted something from beneath his hand. He slowly lifted a few fingers. She didn't scream, so he withdrew his hand, but he remained vigilante. She gasped once for breath, straightened her shirt, swallowed hard, and nodded again.
"Alright. I'm following you."
Kael assessed her eyes to determine her truth. Satisfied that she would give him no more trouble, he looked around at his surroundings. Microwave and cell phone towers jutted from the tall building next to the abandoned one they stood beside. He turned and peered into the distance. The energy plant was too far away. This building would have to do, for now.
He went to the door and looked through the glass. A small hallway led to an empty lobby. He jimmied the door and stepped inside. Old broken glass crunched beneath his boots. He pulled the girl in behind him and closed the door, locked it, and turned back to look around at the graffiti-covered walls.
"What is this place?" the girl asked from behind him.
"An abandoned office building," he said.
"How do you know?"
Moving silently, his senses heightened and alert, he led her upstairs to the third floor. Glancing around as he went, he eased down the hallway until they came to a small room at the end of the hall. The girl followed him inside, but when he closed the door behind them she seemed wary and nervous. Kael ignored her and assessed the room from ceiling to floor, then went and peered out the dirty window at the street beyond. Satisfied that he would not be battling his way through any more Sulcrums, at least for a short while, he turned to the only desk that sat to one side of the room. He crossed the room and sat down slowly in the dust-covered swivel chair.
The girl looked around the room. "Why would anyone leave their office furniture behind?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
She shrugged. "I've always been curious by nature."
"Questions can get you answers that you won't like to hear."
She shrugged again. "Maybe. Maybe not. You didn't see me running from that big robot-thing, did you?"
His eyes narrowed. She spoke the truth. She was the only one who had stood her ground. Not that sticking around had been the smart choice.
"I know Tae Kwon Do. Been studying it since I was five-years-old," she said as she looked out the dirt-smeared window. "It teaches you to be bold."
"There's a difference between boldness and stupidity," Kael replied.
She turned to frown at him, her arms going across her chest. The position of her forearms thrust her breasts even higher, revealing a tiny bit of cleavage above her sweater. Her breath hung in the air, reminding him of just how cold she must be. The building's windows were mostly broken out, allowing for little shelter against the elements.
"How old are you?" he asked.
She hesitated, her gaze turning toward the floor. "You first."
"My name is Kael."
"Kyle," she repeated. "Sounds like a perfectly harmless name. But you're not harmless. And you're not human either, are you?"
"Kah-ell," he corrected her pronunciation. "All drawn together in a subtle way. And what makes you think I'm not human?"
"Well, for starters, a man appeared out of thin air and called you master, and then this big shiny, chrome thing stepped out of the crowd and tried to break you in half. Now, I know the military, as advanced as we've become with our drones and weapons and such, doesn't have anything like that hulk, and as far as I know, humans can't appear out of thin air. Not to mention the sword that morphed out of its arm and then morphed back into an arm and then back into a sword, like magic. Plus, my friend swears aliens have been visiting us for ages, and...maybe you're one of them coming back to visit, or coming back to find something, or take something-"
Kael stood up, effectively cutting off her speech. She took a step backward. He stopped.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
She repositioned her legs. Kael noticed that she had shifted her center of gravity and she was now on the balls of her feet.
"Your Tae Kwon Do is no match for me."
"We'll see about that," she retorted. "Now, if you don't start talking, I'm going to speed dial my cousin, who's a New York cop, and you'll be apprehended, taken to a secret government facility, where I'm sure you'll be more than happy to talk."
Kael's mouth twitched at the corners as he held back a laugh. "You don't bluff well. You have no cousin who's a cop."
Her chin lifted, and he saw the glint of defiance in her eyes. "How do you know that?"
"Because I can tell when someone is lying."
She opened her mouth to say something, then clamped it shut again.
He smiled in satisfaction. "You and I are in danger. I plan on keeping us safe. But I must remind you that if you limit me in any way, I will have no choice but to abandon you and leave you to fend for yourself. You've seen what a Sulcrum can do, so I suggest you work with me not against me."
She gulped hard but kept her gaze firmly on his.
"Now, your name please."
His frown deepened into a scowl. He was losing patience with this female. "Your real name," he growled as he took a menacing step toward her.
She gulped again and took a step backward. Her back butted against the wall, stopping her from escaping. "Okay! Eva! My name is Eva!" She said the words in a rushed, desperate near-squeal.
Blurring the lines between First Contact, Space Fleet, Hard Science Fiction, Alien Invasion, Technothrillers, Genetic Engineering, Paranormal & Urban, Metaphysical & Visionary, Cyberpunk, Adventure, Alien, Artificial Intelligence, Aliens, Mutants, Psychics, Robots, Mystery, Romance, Metaphysical, Thor, Superhero, Sword, Invasion, Contact, Empire, Genes, Fleet, Extraterrestrial, Action.
Long awaited sequel to The Awakening. Will Nick Bannon stop the Mok'tu before the galaxy falls to their evil plans?
Resistance forces have pushed the enemy back against seemly insurmountable odds. But it doesn't take long for the biomechanoid race known as the Mok'tu to stop the Resistance dead in their tracks when they discover a way to neutralize the only effective weapon against them.
Join the crew as they discover the true origin of the Mok'tu.
Space Opera, Military, Fun, Sci-Fi, Nanites, Cyberpunk, First Contact, Star Trek, Star Wars, Stargate, Robot,
💥 The Kael Jai series continues with the second book and follows Sylph, The Keeper, as he journeys to Earth to help save their human friends from a new threat. Kael Jai finds himself in the fight of his life when an unknown enemy begins invading his dreams. The device he left on Earth suddenly begins to send out a signal, and he urges Sylph to journey to Earth to protect Eva and Sam. But when Sylph arrives, he is stunned to realize that he is not alone on Earth, and the enemy he must fight has no name and no face. Incapacitated by a tech-virus, he is fighting not only to save Eva and Sam but to save himself and all that he holds dear.
Blurring the lines between First Contact, Space Fleet, Hard Science Fiction, Alien Invasion, Technothrillers, Genetic Engineering, Paranormal & Urban, Metaphysical & Visionary, Cyberpunk, Adventure, Alien, Artificial Intelligence, Aliens, Mutants, Psychics, Robots, Mystery, Romance, Metaphysical, Thor, Superhero, Sword, Invasion, Contact, Empire, Genes, Fleet, Extraterrestrial, Action, and Young Adult.