Michael Tinker Pearce: 7 books

"...when the toughest, smartest, best fighters on the planet couldn't handle the job they called the THOR teams. They were the SWAT teams for Spec-Ops forces. The baddest of the bad, a hammer for every nail... and they'd just gotten their asses kicked." The end of the world is just...

The sequel to 'Diaries of a Dwarven Rifleman- The Baasgarta's capitol has fallen but the war is far from over. Tens of thousands of enslaved dwarves remain in the north waiting to be liberated. Meanwhile Engvyr must come to grips with his new title and job, not the least of which is figuring...

A short story of Engvyr Gunnarson, dwarven rifleman. A young Engvyr was just looking to sell his furs and get a good nights sleep. But fate has another plan when he meets up with a man from his past. (This is a very short story- approximately 3000 words)

Special Forces operators must stop terrorist from detonating a thermonuclear weapon in a major city. The problem is that the terrorists are perched high in one of the world's tallest buildings. If they fail millions will die and the heart will be ripped out of the Middle East's economy. But the SF troops have an ace up their sleeves... (Short Story)

This short story was the author's first published work of fiction in 1991. It has been presented in its original form with minimal editing. A young soldier must work with an alien. Not an extraterrestrial, but one of our own making; an Autonomous Combat Vehicle with such sophisticated AI and...

Engvyr Gunnarson is a marksman in one of the dwarves elite rifle regiments. He is sworn to serve king and country, but when a rescue mission goes awry he and his companions must fight against impossible odds to delay their pursuers. Will even his skill be enough? Even it if is, his mission may require the ultimate sacrifice... Set in the world of 'Diaries of a Dwarven Rifleman.' (novella)

"Impressive work, and great fun!" -- Greg Bear, Author of Hull 03 and The Forge of God "It may seem a fine thing in song or story to be ankle-deep in the blood of your enemies but in reality it's slippery, smells bad and is nearly impossible to get out of your socks afterwards." From the diaries...