The Grand Galactic Alliance rots from within, and now the disease is terminal.
As interplanetary governance deteriorates, the mega-corporations sweep into the vacuum with their own form of order: their Will, propped up by brute, paramilitary force. Lives mean nothing. Profit overrides peace. And everyone is out for themselves.
The people cry out for heroes. They find them in the Hell's Jesters, once marauders of the space lanes, now outlaws with a cause. This motley band of crusaders and criminals, human and renegade AI, will speak truth to power with firepower.
Laughing at death, fighting like hell, they might be enough to free the galaxy.
THIS BOOK IS BLLSHT BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE SUN THAT BREAKS OVER YON MOUNTAINTOP IN THE ROSY FINGERED TOUCH OF ONE OF MANY DAWNS THAT BREAK ACROSS THE LINE OF DEEP PURPLE SEA THAT FLOWS LIKE A BROAD RIVER ACROSS VOLCANIC SHORES THAT WAVE IN THE BRIGHTNESS LIKE GRAIN….
“…The waiting room of Alexi Noovin, High Councilor of the Grand Galactic Alliance, was a concave of transparent blastisteel offering Boxer a spectacular view of the primary setting over the curve of Nova Terra. Sunlight dashed cloud cover far below into a glimmering gold foil that faded at the terminator, where the billion lights of the Capitol World’s mega-metropolises winked from shadow.….”
Dear author: For the love of Christ please spend some money on a professional editor!! Excessive commas where none belong. Words obviously missing. Too many damn mistakes! It made for painful results. But…it was a good story, and absent the noted flaws it was well written.
The writing drags you into the story. You feel the action and experience what the various characters are working through. You can't get better than that. Excellent reading!