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It’s looking like Lady Luck has quite a grudge against poor Charlie. In fact, at this point, merely crashing the multi-billion-dollar ship he helped design would have felt like winning the lottery compared to his current dilemma. If only he were so lucky.
Things started off all right—that is, until a freak wormhole unexpectedly swallowed his ship, leaving him stranded on an unknown planet far, far from home. With the crew’s lives at stake, Charlie has no choice but to stop his whining, put on his big boy pants, and step up to save them all, and much to his surprise, it actually looks like he might succeed. Of course, that is when things really go sideways in ways that make merely crashing on an uncharted planet seem like a walk in the park.
Suddenly faced with alien space pirates, talking dragons, and something that seems very much like magic, Charlie finds himself adrift, feeling like a space age Robinson Crusoe–only his man Friday is a blue-skinned alien, and this isn’t just a desert island. It is a whole new galaxy.
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