STARCHILD

I'm a prisoner on my own ship. It's a Bloody Wing, one of the most valuable objects in the galaxy—a starship that leaps across spacetime without going through the surge gates. It means I can travel planet to planet completely off the record. And I stole it.

Branded a terrorist, now I'm one of the galaxy's most wanted. Most hunted. And I'm paralyzed with fear. Not only of my execution. Not only of psychic premonitions telling me it ends in fire and water. Not only of nightmares with the red-eyed assassin twisting his blade into my abdomen. But because I harbor a secret.

Taiberos, his mind unhinged by his stint in infraspace, is driven by one thought—get revenge on Starchild—and he will hold nothing back as he unleashes his fury on Solace. But Nak lies defenseless, unaware of the return of Taiberos and unable to defend himself. For two percents (roughly two Earth years), he has lain still, as if in death, the coma having taken all but his breathing, and there are no signs that he will ever wake.