If you want to force a particular order, use the character to divide the number and the descriptor.
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So, " 0 prequel " sorts by 0 under the label "prequel. Series was designed to cover groups of books generally understood as such see Wikipedia: Book series. Like many concepts in the book world, "series" is a somewhat fluid and contested notion.
A good rule of thumb is that series have a conventional name and are intentional creations , on the part of the author or publisher. For now, avoid forcing the issue with mere "lists" of works possessing an arbitrary shared characteristic, such as relating to a particular place.
Avoid series that cross authors, unless the authors were or became aware of the series identification eg. Also avoid publisher series, unless the publisher has a true monopoly over the "works" in question.
So, the Dummies guides are a series of works. But the Loeb Classical Library is a series of editions, not of works.
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He imagined stumbling to the mirror to see a fleshless skull screaming back. A robotic arm unspooled Kwik-Klot bandaging from his head. Each loop brought the world back in shades of red, from wine dark to scarlet to cherry-red. He squinted at the harsh light of the body-mod shop and pushed the delicate auto-doc aside.
He looked in the mirror. It worked!
Mik gently touched his new face and winced, expecting pain, but the stolen flesh was numb. He bent his ear. In exchange he had a large, stylized ZERO inked across his scalp and forehead. No one had ever looked kindly on that portrait of failure.
Even his own reflection had glared back with loathing. It landed with a sticky slap upon a naked, faceless corpse. The lid of the vat squealed shut and filled with caustic chemicals.
Mik pried it open with one hand. Blistering fumes and the stench of dissolving meat stung his eyes. He gripped the auto-doc, uprooted it from its base station, and shoved it down.