Residuum

The Schnaebeli Annulus spread out before the ship, vast and destructive. For the crew, it meant certain death. The dust of the Annulus would slice through the ship like a butcher's knife.

They have less than four hours to get out the way. But they've lost maneuvering power, half their number are dead, their systems are crippled, and they're almost out of air. And sitting alongside them is an ancient space shuttle containing the most ferocious weapon mankind has ever devised.

Fierce, brutal and shocking, Residuum is a novel about life on the brink.

DREADFUL EXPEDIENCY. IMPOSSIBLE ODDS.

The explosion tore open the science bay. Air gulped out, concussing through the tumbler. The sudden drop in pressure turned the atmosphere to a sparkling frost. Every object not fastened down was spewed out into space.

Hauer, standing immediately above the hole when the leaking gas exploded, was hurled first up toward the ceiling then, before he impacted, flung back down into the chasm where the floor had been. The air was blown out of his lungs. He must have hit something. Alarm sirens whooped all around him. At once they grew faint and distant. There was shouting and screaming on the smut. It also seemed to shoot off into the distance, leaving him isolated in a silence throbbing with angry pulsations.

His hands clawed desperately for a hold. For a moment he saw the dome of stars, flickering with burning. Then his eyes clouded over. He was falling through the hole.

A NEW FRONTIER IN BODY HORROR

Seven men, cast adrift in space. They're angry, desperate, physically deformed - hairless, macrocephalic, crippled, lacking tear ducts, massively altered internally - and unable to make sensible decisions.

Residuum deals with how these men struggle to survive against two unbeatable adversaries: the inflexible laws of physics, and their own shame.