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At last! The explosive finale of Sten's adventures as the eternal emperor's most trusted friend, bodyguard, troubleshooter...and assassin!
See Sten undertake the ultimate treasure hunt, as he and his comrades seek out the source of the Eternal Emperor's power: Anti-Matter Two.
Learn the secret of the Eternal Emperor's past: Who is he? Where did he come from? And how did he become immortal?
Watch as the loyal Sten turns traitor at last, turning on the Eternal Emperor to save his own skin...and the Empire itself!
Eternity is doomed to end. And if sten has his way, it will end sooner than later!
body. Nights were a swirl of movement, ecstasy, a sudden flash of sweet torture. Days were exploration and daring, making love anywhere and everywhere. Tamara’s passion seemed to increase the greater the risk of discovery or embarrassment. Particularly if the discovery might be made by a member of the family. Not that Kea came to Tamara’s bed as an innocent. She learned from him, as well. She wanted something new. And so, reluctantly, he showed her some of the techniques he’d heard of or even,
those statements, Professor Knovack?” “I think this…this…traitor approached our Emperor in a rare moment of weakness. After that awful business with the privy council. And our beloved Emperor mistook his ambition for love and loyalty. And now it seems…the Emperor was…was…nurturing a snake at his bosom.” “Very well put, Professor. Your reputation as a phrasemaker has once again been assured…Any comments thus far, Sr. Wiker?” “I think we’re forgetting those poor Imperial service beings who were
sat in silence, thinking. Then he managed an “Oh.” Kea watched closely—did he really track? After a moment, Bargeta said, in a small voice, “If this particle, this substance, you know, could be synthesized…Oh. Kea, I see why you sought me out. I see why you were so mysterioso about some things that you planned to develop. You know, Kea, I feel like…who was that person? Speechless on a peak in Darien? Although what could be so impressive about Connecticut, I’ve never known. This is very big,
social justice and drakh like that was over. The third reason was, Hotsco had better things to do. As did Marl. As did Alex. He was most glad, by the time they closed on the Empire’s capital, that he stayed in something near shape and that he was a heavy-worlder. Hotsco had been right—Marl’s culture had some very, sometimes even excessively, interesting customs. She was a beaut, he thought fondly. As was Hotsco. He wondered what his wee mum would think if he brought them home and introduced them
com is lost wi’ us, y’re’t’ take th’ bridge, an’ read an’ follow th’ orders Ah’ll hae gie’en y’ afore we depart. E’en i’ thae means relievin’ Cap’ Freston i’ he gets arg’ment’ive. “Ah knoo ‘tis a hard thing’t’ ask, but Ah’ll hae’t’ request y’ to oath me thae y’ll follow th’ ‘structions wi’oot fail. Trustin’ me thae Ah hae noo but th’ best ae intentions frae Sten, an’ frae this clottin’ rebellion thae’s likely’t’ cause th’ death ae us all. “I’ y’ trust me, I’ y’ trust Sten…y’ll do as Ah’m