Chapters (80)
- Cover
- The Rising Storm
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Elzar patted Stellan on the arm. “Spoken like a true diplomat. Shall we join them? Looks like Burryaga is eyeing the horned melons. I don’t want to miss out.”
Stellan allowed himself to be guided to the buffet, happy that the tension between him and Elzar seemed to have evaporated, for now at least.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Grizal
Ro strode back to the Squall Spider, his thoughts as black as the clouds above him. Pan Eyta was becoming a problem. It was expected, of course, but Ro hadn’t thought it would happen so quickly, and stunts like the one he’d just pulled with the electrified mask would only work so many times. Dowutins valued strength above all things. Thrown out of their family nest at an early age, the brutes were forced to fend for themselves or die trying. Bigger always meant better for their kind, and Pan was one of the biggest Dowutins he had ever met, nearly two hundred kilograms of solid muscle, one for every year of Eyta’s life. There was no way Ro could beat the Tempest Runner in a fight, so he was forced to show his superiority in other ways—hence the trick with the mask. If he survived, Pan would be shamed into obedience, at least for a little while longer, and if he didn’t, well, perhaps it was time to disband the Tempests altogether, to combine the Nihil into one force, headed by Ro alone. Lourna and Zeetar would be given new positions of power, of course, relative to his own, but a new structure would solve any further insubordination. Ro’s father should have restructured the Nihil years ago, but for all his so-called strengths, Asgar had never been a man of vision, which was probably why he was dead. For all Ro knew Pan had been the one who had turned the knife in his father’s back, not Kassav as he had originally thought. Ro’s eyes flicked up to the Gaze Electric, hovering high above the forest, a constant reminder of his sovereignty, even when he was offworld. Asgar had loved that ship and all it represented; a relic of a bygone age. But now Ro had an even older relic, and one that would be more effective than any laser bank or torpedo launcher.
“Ro? Ro, wait up!”