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Cultures collide at the end of a chain of generated domes.

Leoshine’s mother hustles her into the wilderness of Myxolidia as her father relinquishes his government to invaders. Captured by a lawless tribe of her own people, Leoshine in foisted on the Aeolian leader as a bedwarmer.

Avram subverts their expectation. The last thing he wants is a girl-slave. More than a slave, she becomes an oracle, showing him the way to rescue Myxolidia from environmental collapse.

Resham arrives home believing in the mission and eager to prove his loyalty and skill. Avram’s adjutant, he “teaches” Leoshine about her new master.

None of them suspect her true power and gift.

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“I bear no child.”

“Neither did Giffshine, ao Tassanara.”

“He has not …” Leoshine’s mouth opened and closed. Her eyes saw ao Kevath’s wide, innocent grin.

“Nor will he. But you will never convince your mother of that.” Resham took the cup that she did not remember emptying.

“I’m not old enough.”

His eyes radiated pity and mocking. “ao Kevath came to free you from that lie.”

Without mercy there is no family. Without family there is no home. Without home, evil truimphs.

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