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The Blood-PriceThere was an expression Uhtred has heard before, that thoughts could be heavier than any helm. It had always made him laugh as a child, and even beyond. But in recent years, the young warrior had come to realize just how true the statement was, and never moreso than this day. This...

In the Name of the FatherThe trip was quiet. Uhtred normally hated the quiet, but this time he'd almost felt like he couldn't get enough of it. Every time he tried to focus, tried to think, every little noise was like a zakkeg's roar. While the two had communicated with semi-relative frequency...

LIGHTS OUT The trip was quiet. Dead quiet, in fact. Uhtred was never really one for smuggling. It wasn't that it was beyond his skills or experience, although that too was the case, but he had never experienced the inclination toward the practice. But in strange times, the norm becomes the...

Dogs of War A crack of thunder rang in Uhtred's ears. In the heart of a caldera, or at least what had the aesthetic makings-of one, a series of bulwark hulls and durasteel frames, all welded together into a single, bastardized entity. By all accounts, this thing should have looked like a mess...

Witch-Hunt: Chasing Ghosts Jervo's World was one of the most prestigious swoop-racing and swoop-dueling rings in the Core Worlds. A large network of arenas housed in a massive, interconnected space station in orbit over the tropical world of Pantolomin, it drew swoop racers from most parts of...

Rendezvous Some spacers called it the Outlands. Beyond the reach of Imperial Republica, the influence of Imperial Hutta, and the strong arm of the Old Empire, it was always anyone's guess as to who was in charge. Sometimes, it was the Hutts, grasping onto what vestiges of unclaimed territories...

Pilgrimage to the Past It it weren't for his visor, Uhtred doubted they'd have been able to navigate as far as they were. Ordinarily, they'd have flown; it was faster and more efficient, but this snow storm was especially bad. It blinded the instruments too much, froze power conduits and thermal...

Every Man Has His Price Uhtred had been to Kafrene before. He still remembered the sight of a city whose sky was a city. Streets of filth, smog and pollution excised into space, almost creating what one might mistake as being a nebulous cloud enveloping it. It was in seeing sights like that...

Into the Shadowlands Muck. That's all it was, dark, humid muck. Uhtred may not have been especially partial to the cold that his people loved to brace themselves against, but it was better than this. The waters were lukewarm, but it had all the stench of a bog. The trees were like skyscrapers...