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THE STARTER: (Galactic Football League, Book Two)

In this second installment of the Galactic Football League series, readers are transported to a distant future where interstellar sports have become a global phenomenon. The story follows a young athlete as they navigate the high-stakes world of professional football, set against the backdrop of a vast, technologically advanced galaxy. The novel delves into themes of competition, teamwork, and the pursuit of excellence in a world where the rules of the game are as complex as the universe itself. more

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Scott Sigler
Scott Sigler

Scott Sigler, born on December 1, 1969, is an American author known for his works in science fiction and horror novels. His writing style is distinctive, blending tense and thrilling plots with profound themes. more

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