The academic honors, Miles had amassed by sheer brute work. But the war games, outwitting his opponents, staying one step ahead —a necessity, true, he had no margin for error — the war games had been an unholy joy. War had been no game here once, not so long ago. It might be so again. What you did best, that was what was wanted from you. God seemed to be lined up with the Emperor on that point, at least, if no other.
— Dec 08, 2022 02:11AM
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