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Genre: Science Fiction
About activecadreLocation: Denver, CO Age:24 Favorite music: Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Queens of the Stone Age, Pink Floyd Non-noveling interests: Texas Hold 'em |
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Synopsis: 729
Magic is ducks!
From Plato's Republic: "The king is 729 times more happy than the tyrant. And this extraordinary number is NEARLY equal to the number of days and nights in a year (365 x 2 = 730); and is therefore concerned with human life. This is the interval between a good and bad man in happiness only: what must be the difference between them in comeliness of life and virtue!"
The Local Group Confed hates humans. It isn't because we're inherently evil, or because we exterminated several races and destroyed entire planets in our blood-lust and greed. It's because we pissed on one too many treaties. Now humanity has been put in its place, with the remaining survivors, the last of the Orion Arabian League, hiding out in an irradiated cluster in the corner of the Milky Way.
Corvinus Azier is a displacer-- to him, time and space are not impediments. He's part of a half-human magical race known as the Torikrin. Everyone in the Orion Arabian League is convinced that he'll turn the tide of the war with the Confed and save a newly-discovered pure-blood human outpost before the Confed can find it. But who is the real enemy?
Excerpt: 729
"How's the little prick doing?" Asangi asked.
Colonel Alitura tapped a thick book against her knee. "Nothing like siphoning off an adolescent's energy to make them manageable. He's been surprisingly cooperative, but I suspect he's just planning an escape. I talked to some of the more amicable Torik, and they say he graduated early after serving in the front lines. The scale dogs put him in charge of securing the barracks and keeping the kids in line. They're terrified of him—even the ones who can shoot fire from their fingers. The scale dogs let him get away with anything."
"What's he say?"
"The same thing. He's proud of himself."
Asangi sighed. She couldn't stand arrogance. His spell range might've been novel, a one-in-a-billion shot, but it was merely chance that he'd been the one to get that special set. He could've just as easily been bestowed with a second head. "So what now?"
"I'll be teaching him what Arabic I can until we get back to the cluster," Alitura said. "Then Major Bednarik will be joining us to help train him. We'll be monitoring his progress closely, and if we at any time decide he can't be rehabilitated—"
"It's podding time?" Asangi said, hopeful.
Alitura met her eyes. "More like he'll be donated to science."
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