Dog Genetics

My name is Rex. I am a good dog.... Rex is also seven feet tall at the shoulder, bulletproof, bristling with heavy-calibre weaponry, and a deadly weapon in a dirty war. He's part of a Multiform Assault Pack operating in the lawless anarchy of Campeche, southeastern Mexico. He has the intelligence to carry out his orders and feedback implants to reward him when he does. All he wants to be is a Good Dog, and to do that he must do exactly what Master says.

Mars. The red planet. A new frontier for humanity: a civilisation where humans can live in peace, lord and master of all they survey. But this isn't Space City from those old science-fiction books. It's more like Hell City, built into and from a huge crater. There's a big silk canopy over it, feeding out atmosphere as we generate it, little by little, because we can't breathe the air here. I guess it's a perfect place to live, if you want to live on Mars. At some point I must have wanted to live on Mars, because here I am.

Stephen walked into the office which Barnabas was using as his judge's chamber. While the massive amount of data Bethany Anne's team was throwing at him was more than enough to assuage his curiosity, he had never felt this way in the last 152 years. He wanted a vacation. He pulled the top manila-folder and took a look at the name, "Clarissa Bernier, CEO". He opened the folder, and it was now in the agreed upon fashion.

Alvis Bowman, the super genius who created AI humanoids and started WW3, is now free and after the only thing I care about. My family. He will stop at nothing to take away the woman I love and will destroy everything in his path to make sure that happens. With only a small crew of men to call my own, I must stand up to the very man who brought Earth to its knees. The very man who was only defeated because Earth rallied together. Now, I must do the same, with nothing but a single ship and my wits and courage.

I thought I knew suffering. I was wrong. I thought I knew what it meant to be in pain. I was wrong. I thought I knew what it meant to lose everything. I was wrong. I thought . . . I thought . . . I thought life got better after I finally got everything I dreamed of, yet here I am a broken man. With nothing to live for but revenge. He took everything from me. My friends, my wife, my child. Now, I shall show him what it means to go to war against a man who has lost everything and will die a thousand deaths to get it back.

As the oft-repeated and invariably accurate pearl of wisdom goes, a dog truly is man's best friend. For a long time, people have almost universally loved dogs, and it seems to have been that way for at least tens of thousands of years. When affection is abundantly and consistently expressed, this pure, unspoken, wholesome love is one that is very much requited, and then some. This bond can be demonstrated by the mere existence of pet keepers who unironically refer to themselves as “dog parents,” not merely “dog owners”.

I destroyed organizations that controlled galaxies. I brought the World Government to its knees. I was the first man to outwit the greatest mind humanity has ever known. I fell in love with the fiercest female warrior who ever lived and came out alive with nothing but a smile. I escaped kidnap from the most ruthless crews in known space. I formed my own space crew who conquered a planet. I created a new race with nothing but a word and a kiss.

Tucked away in Siberia, there are furry, four-legged creatures with wagging tails and floppy ears that are as docile and friendly as any lapdog. But, despite appearances, these are not dogs - they are foxes. They are the result of the most astonishing experiment in breeding ever undertaken - imagine speeding up thousands of years of evolution into a few decades. In 1959, biologists Dmitri Belyaev and Lyudmila Trut set out to do just that, by starting with a few dozen silver foxes from fox farms in the USSR and attempting to recreate the evolution of wolves into dogs in real time.

Approximately 200,000 years ago, as modern humans began to radiate out from their evolutionary birthplace in Africa, Neanderthals were already thriving in Europe - descendants of a much earlier migration of the African genus Homo. But when modern humans eventually made their way to Europe 45,000 years ago, Neanderthals suddenly vanished.

The author of Seven Daughters of Eve returns with a lively account of how all dogs are descended from a mere handful of wolves.

In 1955, the Soviet Union introduced the Moscow Water Dog in a canine show to great acclaim. However, in real world situations, they fell far short of the expectations Russian cynologists had set for them, and in 1979, the Moscow Water Dog project was shut down. Supposedly the last of the breed died out in 1990, but did they?

In Abnormal Beginnings, we join Cole as his guild has been stripped from him, and he has been left for dead. Who is the culprit of such a heinous crime? His brother. Join Cole on his epic journey of vengeance as he crosses a wasteland of a planet to get revenge on the man he trusted most. What lies ahead? Will Cole get his revenge? Can he get back what he lost? Is his journey as simple as it seems?

Engrossing, vivid, and disturbing, Cosmos’ surreal adventure unfolds as the stakes get higher and the setting expands to reveal the secrets of Freedom Basin and Basin’s Vault Prison, and the technological marvel of nearby City of Sol. With his dog Plato and accidental partners Reyansh and her celebrity-influencer brother Deva, this is a modern thriller told in the style of classic horror, studded with morphing monsters, haunted by modern moral questions and sub plots that promise to bloom (or explode) in the two volumes to follow.

The circus is in town, and on the planet Boon, that’s big - potentially riotous - news. The delicate, decaying political balance maintained by the cloned human grands at the expense of the uplifted dog and cat populations is in danger of toppling under the influence of mysterious forces both outer and inner.