Abrogail flips through the first book from the Global Alliance before shaking her head and setting it aside in disgust; these fools marinating in their own lack of ambition are beyond literary rescue.
The second book is far more promising; straightforward Asmodean porn, for the most part, with a novel twist about people arranging for themselves the sort of body-reshaping experiments you usually see from the more unethical run of wizard. In the novel's context of such procedures being ultimately approved by one's superiors, with whom one must plead to be allowed such reshapings, it has the proper moral that every aspect of your body as well as your soul belongs to the government that owns you. This can be reprinted virtually verbatim.