Space Pirate Charlie

Charlie was living the life of luxury... as an alien wizard's gladiator slave. It was not ideal.

He had survived a spaceship crash, alien slave traders, space pirates and fierce gladiatorial combat. Hell, he'd even faced an actual fire-breathing dragon and lived, but now he was presented with an even greater challenge. Domestic living, captive on a strange world.

Charlie almost had to laugh at his changing circumstances, having seen it all since a wormhole spat him out in a distant galaxy. He learned to fight, he learned to use magic, he even learned to kill––to survive at all costs. And that hard work had somehow landed him a cushy life on a powerful wizard's estate. But all was not what it seemed.

Something was wrong, and he still wasn't a free man. Captivity, even in a gilded cage such as this, was abhorrent to the spaceman from Earth. And while the new existence he had fallen into seemed one of luxury, he couldn't help but wonder when it would all go to hell.

He should have known, with his luck, the answer was soon.