A MEMORY CALLED EMPIRE meets NINEFOX GAMBIT
Esek Nightfoot has little regard for the destruction and suffering she causes across the Treble star systems. But now a figure from her past, known only as Six, has uncovered evidence that implicates her family in a genocide. If Esek doesn’t smother that evidence, it will fracture the interplanetary balance of power, and—most importantly—put her fortunes at risk. Her fight to stop Six will take her all over the systems on a brutal hunt to the death.
Her ship alighted on the tarmac with engines snarling, hot air billowing out from beneath the thrusters, nose pointed challengingly at the school gates. The hatch opened with a hiss and she disembarked to the stench of the jump gate that so recently spit her into the planet’s orbit—a smell like piss and ozone. Blast burns scorched the ground around her, signatures from ships that had come and gone in the school’s three-hundred-year history.
She pulled back her sleeve, exposing her wristcomm, and cast a hologram into the air in front of her: there was a message from her aunt; warnings about an incoming hailstorm; notices on a recent and lucrative trade in sevite fuel, which would pad her family coffers and keep the jump gates operational. She flicked these notices away and snapped the hologram out of the air. She breathed in deeply, piss smell be damned, and looked out over the emerald savannahs abutting the Kinschool of Principes.
She was hungry. A little annoyed. There was a marble of nausea lodged in the base of her throat, a leftover effect of being flung from one star system to another in the space of two minutes. If the kinschool master had brought her here for nothing, she would be very unhappy.