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Praise for Simon R. Greens Deathstalker Novels
Deathstalker Rebellion
A strange mix of high tech and swordplay, like a grand space opera.... It makes for lots of action-packed scenes and heroic efforts.SF Site
Deathstalker War
The action is fast and frenzied ... manages to consistently entertain, with some wondrously quirky and warped characters.Locus
Deathstalker Destiny
Be prepared for an incredible romp through a wonderful universe of space opera filled with outrageous and incredibly powerful heroes and villains, swords and disruptors, and more lethal creatures than you can imagine.SF Site
Deathstalker Legacy
Rip-roaring space opera with dastardly villains, exciting battles, nefarious plots, and strong-willed heroes.
Chronicle
Deathstalker Return
Have fun with this.... Reading even one Deathstalker [novel] leaves one feeling jollier than before, for the series continues to avoid the lapses of tone so common in humorous space opera and fantasy.
-Booklist
Deathstalker Coda
[A] wild conclusion to [the] Deathstalker saga.
Publishers Weekly
Other Deathstalker Books
Twilight of the Empire
Deathstalker
Deathstalker Rebellion
Deathstalker War
Deathstalker Honor
Deathstalker Legacy
Deathstalker Return
Deathstalker Coda
The Adventures of Hawk & Fisher
Swords of Haven
Guards of Haven
Also by Simon R. Green
Blue Moon Rising
Beyond the Blue Moon
Blood and Honor
Down Among the Dead Men
Shadows Fall
The Shaman Bond Series
The Man with the Golden Torc
Daemons Are Forever
Ace Books
The Nightside Series
Something from the Nightside
Agents of Light and Darkness
Nightingales Lament
Hex and the City
Paths Not Taken
Sharper Than a Serpents Tooth
Hell to Pay
The Unnatural Inquirer
Owen Deathstalker: Ive alway known Ive been living on borrowed time.
Hazel dArk: I never said I loved you, Owen.
Jack Randon: Politicians. Theyre all dirty. Hang them all.
Ruby Journey: Peace was just a dream.
Prophecy of a young esper: I see you, Deathstalker. Destiny has you in its clutches, struggle how you may. You will tumble an Empire, see the end of everything you ever believed in, and youll do it all for a love youll never know. And when its over, youll die alone, far from friends and succour.
This is the end of the story. And it starts now.
CHAPTER ONE
Blood Debt
It was still raining on Lachrymae Christi. The tears of God. Owen Deathstalker hadnt shed a single tear since the Blood Runners abducted Hazel dArk. To cry would be to give in to his fear and desperation, and he couldnt afford to be weak. He had to be strong, ready to seize any chance that might get him off this damned planet and onto Hazels trail. He had to be strong, for her. So he put a lid on his despair, and clamped it down hard with never-ending work, and never once allowed himself to entertain the possibility that Hazel dArk might already be dead.
It had been two weeks since Hazel was taken, and Owen had hardly slept since. He sat exhausted on the bare ground of the Mission compound, head hanging forward, sweat dripping off his face. Hed been working hard since first light, distracting himself with the simple everyday problems of rebuilding the devastated Mission, but he was only human, these days, and his body would only take so much punishment before forcing him to rest. And then he would sit, and brood, and squeeze his eyes shut against the visions his mind conjured up of what the Blood Runners might be doing to Hazel, until he couldnt stand it anymore, and would dive back into the distraction of work, whether he was ready or not.
A leper approached him hesitantly, anonymous in the usual gray cloak and pulled-forward hood. He offered Owen a cup of wine, in a gray gloved hand that only shook a little. Owen accepted it with a nod, and the leper backed quickly away, bowing respectfully. The Missions surviving lepers had seen Owen blow away an army of attacking Grendels, like leaves in a scorching breeze, all by the power of his mind. They had seen him stand against overwhelming forces, and refuse to retreat. He was their savior, and they were all very much in awe of him.
They didnt know he was only human now. They didnt know hed burned out all his Maze-given powers, to save them.
Youve got to slow down, Owen, Oz murmured softly in his ear. The AI sounded distinctly worried. You cant keep pushing yourself like this. Youre killing yourself.
The work has to be done, said Owen, subvocalizing so those still working around him wouldnt hear. The Hadenmen and the Grendels knocked the shit out of this place. Half the walls down, most of the buildings are leaning on each other for support, and the roofs leaking in a hundred places. The lepers cant do it on their own. A lot of them belong in sickbeds anyway.
Thats not why youre doing it, said Oz. Youre not fooling anyone, you know. All this hard work and toil, working till you drop; its not for them, for the Mission. Youre punishing yourself, for letting the Blood Runners take Hazel.
I wasnt there, when she needed me, said Owen, staring at the ground between his feet. If I had been, maybe I could have done ... something ...
Youd lost your powers. You were just a man. There was nothing you could have done.
Work is good, said Owen. Simple problems, with simple solutions. It keeps me from thinking, from remembering. If I stop to think and remember, Ill go mad.
Owen ...
Theyve had her two weeks now. Fourteen days and nights, in the Obeah Systems, on the other side of the Empire, to torture and torment her as it pleases them. And Im trapped here, with no powers, and not even a hope of a ship to get me offplanet so I can go after her. They could have done a lot, in fourteen days and nights.
When the Blood Runners first took Hazel, Owen did go crazy, for a while. He wouldnt eat or sleep for days, stalking blindly round the ruined Mission as the terrorized lepers scattered to get out of his way. He screamed and ranted and called Hazels name, making horrible threats and howling like an animal in pain. In the end, he grew weak enough that Sister Marion was able to wrestle him to the ground and hold him down, while Mother Beatrice injected him with industrial-strength sedatives. His dreams then were vague, horrible things, and when he woke up, theyd strapped him to a bed in the Mission infirmary.
Hed worn out his voice with screaming and ranting, but he still cursed them all in a harsh, rasping voice, while Moon sat quietly at his side, giving what comfort he could. It was some time before Owen got control of himself again, exhausted physically and emotionally. But he never cried. Mother Beatrice came to see him often, and offered him the comfort of her God, but he wouldnt take it. There was no room in his cold heart now for anything but rescue or revenge.