In Kevin J. Anderson's The Dark Between the Stars, galactic empires clash, elemental beings devastate whole planetary systems, and factions of humanity are pitted against each other.
Heroes rise and enemies make their last stands in the climax of an epic tale seven years in the making.
Twenty years after the elemental conflict that nearly tore apart the cosmos in The Saga of Seven Suns, a new threat emerges from the darkness. The human race must set aside its own inner conflicts to rebuild their alliance with the Ildiran Empire for the survival of the galaxy.
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Kevin J. Anderson is the author of more than 120 books, 52 of which have appeared on national or international bestseller lists; he has over 23 million copies in print in thirty languages. He has won or been nominated for the Nebula Award, Bram Stoker Award, The Faust Award, the SFX Reader's Choice Award, the Scribe Award, and New York Times Notable Book.
Kevin has co-authored thirteen books in the Dune saga, including Mentats of Dune and Sisterhood of Dune, with Brian Herbert, in addition to the Hellhole Trilogy. Kevin's epic science fiction series, The Saga of Seven Suns, is a 7-volume opus that topped international bestseller lists.
KEVIN J. ANDERSON has written dozens of national bestsellers and has been nominated for the Hugo Award, the Nebula Award, the Bram Stoker Award, and the SFX Readers' Choice Award. His critically acclaimed original novels include the ambitious space opera series The Saga of Seven Suns, including The Dark Between the Stars, as well as the Terra Incognita fantasy epic with its two accompanying rock CDs. He also set the Guinness-certified world record for the largest single-author book signing.
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The Dark Between the Stars
By Kevin J. Anderson
Tom Doherty AssociatesCopyright © 2014 Kevin J. Anderson
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He had to run, and he fled with the boy out into the dark spaces between the stars.
Garrison Reeves stole a ship from the Iswander Industries lava-processing operations on Sheol. Though he'd planned his escape for days, he gathered only a few supplies and keepsakes before departing, careful not to give his wife any hint of what he intended to do. None of his possessions mattered more than getting safely away with his son.
He knew the disaster could come soon — any day now. Lee Iswander, the Roamer industrialist, dismissed Garrison's concerns about third-order tidal shifts in the broken planet; Garrison's own wife, Elisa, didn't believe him. The lava miners paid little attention to his warnings, not because they disputed his geological calculations, but because they didn't want to believe. Their priorities were clear. Adding "unnecessary" and expensive levels of redundant shielding and "paranoid" safety measures was irresponsible, both to Iswander Industries and to the employees, who participated in profit-sharing.
Lee Iswander had commissioned follow-up reports, biased reports, that painted a far rosier picture. Garrison didn't accept them.
So he made his choice, the only possible choice. He stole one of the company ships, and when she found out about it, Elisa would claim that he stole their son.
He flew out of the Sheol system, running far from any Roamer settlement or Confederation outpost. Elisa was not only an ambitious woman, she was abusive, tenacious, and dangerous — and she would come after them. He needed a head start if he had any hope of getting away.
The ship was a standard Iswander cargo transport, a workhorse, fully fueled with ekti, run by an efficient Ildiran stardrive. Garrison could fly the vessel without special training, as he could fly most standard spacecraft.
Ten-year-old Seth rode in the cockpit next to him. Garrison made a game of familiarizing the boy with cockpit systems and engine diagnostics, giving him simple navigation problems to solve — as any good Roamer father would, even though Garrison had chafed under how his stern father had raised him. He would not make the same mistakes with Seth.
Roamers were free spirits, sometimes deprecatingly called space gypsies, whose clans filled niches too rugged and dangerous for more pampered people — places such as the Sheol lava-processing operations. He had followed Elisa there because of her promotion in Iswander Industries.
"You should stay away from That Woman," Olaf Reeves had warned him, not once but dozens of times. "If you defy me, if you marry her, you will regret it. You are spitting on your heritage."
Now, Garrison hated to admit that his father had been right.
He closed his eyes, took a breath, and opened them. He studied the markers on the ship's copilot control panels, then turned to his son. "Go ahead and set the next course, Seth."
"But where are we going?"
"You pick, so long as we're heading away from Sheol." He tapped the starscreen, which showed infinite possibilities. "On this trip, we're truly roaming. I just need some time away from everybody so I can rethink things."
Though anxious, the boy was glad to be with his father. Seth respected his mother, even feared her, but he loved his father. Elisa never let down her walls — not with any business associate, not with Garrison, not even with her own son.
"Will I be able to go to Academ now?" Seth asked. The Roamer school inside a hollowed-out comet had always fascinated the boy. He wanted to be with the children of other clans, to have friends. Garrison knew his son would be happier at Academ, but Elisa had refused to consider sending their son there.
"Maybe we'll arrange that before long. For now, you can learn from me."
Unlike other Roamer children, Seth hadn't grown up in a pleasant domed greenhouse asteroid or on the open gas-giant skies of an ekti-harvesting skymine. Rather, his daily view was a blaze of scarlet magma erupting in a smoke-filled sky. All the personnel of the lava-mining facility lived in reinforced habitat towers mounted on pilings sunk down to solid rock. More than two thousand employees, specialists of various ranks — engineers like Garrison himself, metallurgists, geologists, shipping personnel, and just plain grunt workers — filled shifts aboard the smelter barges or control towers, surrounded by fires that could have inspired Hell itself.
No other parents kept their children here. Sheol was no place for a family, no home for a boy, regardless of the career advancement opportunities for Elisa.
As the two closely orbiting halves of the binary planet adjusted their dance of celestial mechanics, Garrison had analyzed the orbital pirouette, uncovering fourth-order resonances that he suspected would make the fragments dip fractionally closer to each other, increasing stresses. He studied the melting points, annealing strengths, and ceramic-lattice structure of the habitat and factory towers.
And he realized the danger to the Iswander operations.
Alarmed, he had presented his results to Lee Iswander, only to be rebuffed when neither the industrialist nor his deputy — Garrison's own wife — took his warnings seriously. Iswander impatiently told Garrison to go back to work and reassured him that the lava-processing outpost was perfectly safe. The material strength of the structural elements was rated to withstand the environment of Sheol, although with little margin for error.
When Garrison insisted, Iswander grudgingly brought in a team of contract geologists and engineers who found a way to rerun the calculations, to reaffirm that nothing could go wrong. The specialists had departed with surprising haste — worried about their own safety?
Garrison still trusted his own calculations, though. Next, he felt it was his responsibility to warn the Sheol employees, which infuriated Elisa, who was sure that his whistle-blowing would cost her a promotion.
Honestly, Garrison hoped he was wrong. He knew he wasn't. Convinced he had no alternative, he decided to take Seth away from Sheol before disaster struck. ...
After scanning the star catalog, the boy chose coordinates that qualified as little other than "the middle of nowhere." The stardrive engines hummed and changed tone as they adjusted course, and the vessel streaked off again.
Seth looked up at him with a sparkle in his eyes. "If we had our own compy, Dad, he could fly the ship, and you and I could play games."
Garrison smiled. "We're on autopilot. We can still play games."
Because there were no other children on Sheol, Seth had longed for a competent computerized companion, probably a Friendly model who could keep him company and amuse him. At the lava-mining facility, Lee Iswander used only a handful of Worker compies, none of which were the more sociable types, not even a Teacher compy.
"Your mother didn't see the point in owning a compy," Garrison said. "But maybe we can revisit that." After we see what happens.
In his head, Garrison heard his father's gruff voice again. "You never should have married That Woman. You're a Roamer, and you belong with other Roamers!"
"Elisa's not a Roamer, but Lee Iswander comes from a good clan," he had responded, though the words sounded flat in his own ears.
"That man has more of the Hansa about him than the clans. He's forgotten who he is." The bearded clan patriarch had waved a finger in front of his son's face. "And if you stay with him, you will forget who you are. Too many Roamer clans have forgotten. A knife loses its edge unless it is sharpened."
But Garrison had refused to listen and married Elisa Enturi anyway. He'd given up so much for her ... or had he done it just to act out against his father? He had wanted a family, a fulfilled life, and Elisa wanted something else.
"If we find a place and settle down, will Mother come to live with us again?" Seth asked.
Garrison didn't want to lie. He stared out at the forest of stars ahead and the great emptiness in which they had lost themselves. "She wants to take her chances at Sheol for now."
The boy looked sad but stoic. "Maybe someday."
Garrison could not envision any other answer but Maybe someday.
Still running, they crossed the expansive emptiness for days, and then they encountered an amazing anomaly: a cluster of gas bags far outside of any star system. Each bloated globule was twice the size of their ship.
Garrison ran a quick diagnostic. "Never seen anything like these."
The membranous bubbles drifted along in a loose gathering with nothing but light-years all around them. In the dim light of faraway stars, the spherical structures appeared greenish brown, and each filmy membrane enclosed a blurry nucleus. Hundreds of thousands of them formed an island in a sea of stars.
Seth studied both the sensor screens and the unfiltered view through the windowport. "Are they alive?"
Garrison shut down the engines so their ship could drift toward them. "No idea." The strange objects seemed majestic — silent, yet powerful. Organic? They filled him with a sense of wonder. "They remind me of ... space plankton."
"They're bloated and floating," Seth said. "We should call them bloaters."
A random glimmer of light brightened one of the nodules, an internal flash that faded. Then another bloater flickered and quickly faded.
Close together at one of the windowports, they stared out at the view. "If we discovered them, we can name them whatever we want," Garrison said. "I'd say bloaters is a good name for them."
"So we just made a discovery?"
"Looks that way." He moored the ship among the thousands of silent, eerie nodules. "Let's stay here for a while."CHAPTER 2
Elisa was so furious and indignant she could barely think straight, but she had enough common sense to maintain her composure in a business setting. She stifled her instinctive reaction and wore her professional demeanor like armor.
She could not let Lee Iswander see her as weak. There was too much at stake, and her responsibilities were too great. Her kidnapped son and her husband's betrayal were only part of what she had to worry about. Priorities needed to be weighed and balanced.
He took my son! He stole a ship, and he left me behind!
Even before she'd married Garrison, she had known he was a backward bumpkin, but together, they had agreed on a plan. He said he would follow it, keep his eyes on his silly Guiding Star, trusting that it would change everything for them.
And Elisa had believed him. That made her angrier than anything else. She had believed him. She hated to feel like a fool.
Now, Elisa approached the door to Iswander's office in Tower One of the Sheol lava-processing facility. Standing high on carbon-reinforced ceramic struts, Tower One held five decks of offices and habitation spaces. Scarlet lakes oozed up from molten springs to form a shimmering — some called it terrifying — panorama all around them.
Standing outside of Iswander's office, Elisa straightened her uniform and took a moment to compose her expression. She smoothed a hand over her short, professional-length auburn hair with highlights of gold. When she was ready, she entered.
Lee Iswander was busy, an important man, but he always had time for her. As far as she could tell, the industrialist didn't hold her husband's irresponsible behavior against her.
Iswander stood with impeccable posture before the wall of polarized windows that looked out upon Hell. His dark suit fit him well. A frosting of gray at the temples of his dark brown hair gave him a distinguished look, a man who inspired respect and confidence at first glance. As a boss and a business leader, he automatically knew what he was doing and thus was able to convince armies of middle managers and employees to do as he asked. People trusted him when he made a business decision or took a corporate gamble. Elisa believed in him too.
Turning from the window, he welcomed her with a smile. "Pannebaker says there's a new roostertail forming. He's heading out to the hot spot to get images. You know how he is with fresh geological activity."
Elisa also knew how dangerous that was. "Did he sign a waiver?"
"He's signed numerous waivers. He hasn't managed to kill himself yet."
"Then you're set, sir." Elisa took her place beside him at the wall of windows.
The lava flowed in slow-motion waves, their swells and dips caused by seismic instabilities. A reinforced landing gridwork stood in the middle of the three habitation and control towers. Armor-hulled smelter barges drifted on the molten sea, scooping up metals, separating out the valuable ones, and vomiting the detritus back into the pools.
The cratered other half of the binary planet filled much of the sky, tidally locked with the main body of Sheol. The two planetoids fell toward each other, orbiting around a common center of mass. The stresses squeezed and pushed the crust in a gravitational tug-of-war. Garrison claimed to have discovered that the broken planet was unstable — brilliant observation! It was the very instability that kept all the hot raw material flowing for easy industrial extraction. Beyond that, he was being an alarmist, looking for problems rather than solutions.
Right now, Iswander seemed preoccupied. Though Elisa wanted to explode with her news about Garrison — to scream, "My son has been kidnapped!" — she forced herself to remain calm. Lee Iswander was her best ally.
He turned to her and touched the front of his jacket. "New suit for my speech at Newstation in two days. Specially tailored. I want to cut the figure of a leader when I give my speech to the Roamer council. What's your impression?"
"I'm not a fashion consultant, but it's a good look. You always look like a leader, sir."
Iswander did not hide his smile well. "I don't ask my wife for her opinion on these things because she always dithers and says it's fine. I wanted an honest answer."
"I give you an honest answer every time. When you present yourself, the Roamers will see that you are a businessman and a leader, not some sloppy worker who shuffled off a production line. Your opponent won't even bother to change out of his jumpsuit. I expect the decision will be obvious."
"Then I accept that. Sam Ricks cannot possibly believe he has a chance of winning, although there are some clan members who prefer their eccentricities to the reality of business and politics." He frowned.
"Roamers are a dying breed," Elisa said, thinking of her husband and his backward family. Garrison had already caused so much trouble. She searched for a way to tell Iswander, but he was obviously preoccupied.
"I've been looking at the records of the Roamer clans, studying their interactions with the Confederation government — the concessions we've received, the inroads we've made. Even though you married a Roamer, I'm not sure you understand the mindset, Elisa: clan connections, seat-of-the-pants innovations, personal promises and barter, exchange of favors. My business model takes us away from those old, inefficient ways. It's time for the clans to get serious. I truly believe that I'm best qualified to be the next Speaker."
Even with the concern about Garrison and Seth weighing on her mind, Elisa realized in a broader sense that Lee Iswander's advancement as Speaker would open up many opportunities for her. Caught up in his governmental role, he would need to delegate the Sheol operations, put her in charge. "Having watched Roamer politics from the outside, I'd say anything would be better than Isha Seward, sir."
He gave her a wry frown. "That's not exactly a ringing endorsement."
"You're obviously the stronger candidate, sir. It goes without saying."
"But the clans need it said. Isha Seward was just the interim Speaker after Del Kellum retired. She knows it, and everybody knows it. She was chosen as a compromise candidate because she was lackluster and didn't offend anyone. Now it's time for vision, and I've certainly proved myself." He chuckled. "Sorry, I shouldn't be giving you my speech."
"The election's only a few weeks away," Elisa said.
He went back to his desk where reports streamed across the datascreens embedded in its flat surface. "If I'm going to be elected as the next Speaker I'll have to keep in touch everywhere, in real time. Not just through business shuttles, like I have now. Maybe I should bring a green priest here."
Elisa nodded. "Many have hired themselves out, and they take oaths of confidentiality. A green priest stationed here with a treeling could be in instantaneous contact with every other green priest at any other outpost, ship, or settlement. Would you like me to look into it, sir?"
"I doubt it would do any good." He swiveled in his chair to look out at the oceans of turbulent magma. "They prefer to be back on their forested world — or at least in a more hospitable place than this. All this fire and lava would make them nervous."
Elisa made a note in the back of her mind that she would send out an inquiry; perhaps with a sufficient financial incentive, she could find an open-minded green priest who would be willing to move to Sheol. But she couldn't devote her time and energy to solving that problem until after she tracked down Garrison and got Seth back. It was time to tell Iswander.
She struggled with her sense of failure, as well as the guilt of knowing that this unexpected matter was going to take her away from her work. Before she could make her request, though, Alec Pannebaker broke in on the comm. "The plume's about to burst, Chief. Right on schedule, right on target. I'm getting images that'll take your breath away!"
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Table of Contents
1. Garrison Reeves,
2. Elisa Reeves,
3. Adar Zan'nh,
5. Anton Colicos,
6. Garrison Reeves,
7. Lee Iswander,
8. Del Kellum,
9. Zhett Kellum,
10. Shareen Fitzkellum,
11. Elisa Reeves,
12. Lee Iswander,
13. Zoe Alakis,
15. Prince Reyn,
17. Tasia Tamblyn,
18. Elisa Reeves,
19. Lee Iswander,
20. General Nalani Keah,
21. Tal Gale'nh,
22. Elisa Reeves,
23. Lee Iswander,
24. Orli Covitz,
25. Tom Rom,
26. Zoe Alakis,
27. Garrison Reeves,
28. Lee Iswander,
29. Jess Tamblyn,
30. Patrick Fitzpatrick III,
33. Tal Gale'nh,
35. General Nalani Keah,
37. Elisa Reeves,
38. Garrison Reeves,
39. Orli Covitz,
40. General Nalani Keah,
41. Shareen Fitzkellum,
42. Xander Brindle,
43. Prince Reyn,
44. Zoe Alakis,
45. Tom Rom,
49. Zhett Kellum,
50. Orli Covitz,
52. Garrison Reeves,
53. Lee Iswander,
55. Shareen Fitzkellum,
56. Prince Reyn,
57. Zoe Alakis,
58. King Peter,
59. Rlinda Kett,
60. Adar Zan'nh,
61. Dale Reeves,
62. Lee Iswander,
63. Mage-Imperator Jora'h,
65. Eldred Cain,
66. Garrison Reeves,
69. Shareen Fitzkellum,
70. Xander Brindle,
71. King Peter,
73. Dale Reeves,
74. Tom Rom,
75. Orli Covitz,
76. Anton Colicos,
79. Tom Rom,
84. Prince Reyn,
85. Xander Brindle,
86. Garrison Reeves,
87. Orli Covitz,
89. General Nalani Keah,
91. Zoe Alakis,
92. Prince Reyn,
94. Orli Covitz,
95. Adar Zan'nh,
96. General Nalani Keah,
98. Orli Covitz,
100. Jess Tamblyn,
101. King Peter,
102. Shareen Fitzkellum,
103. Orli Covitz,
104. Garrison Reeves,
105. Lee Iswander,
107. Tom Rom,
109. King Peter,
110. Orli Covitz,
111. Garrison Reeves,
112. Anton Colicos,
113. Orli Covitz,
114. Tom Rom,
116. Garrison Reeves,
119. Lee Iswander,
122. Mage-Imperator Jora'h,
123. King Peter,
124. Tom Rom,
125. Orli Covitz,
126. Garrison Reeves,
127. Mage-Imperator Jora'h,
130. Zoe Alakis,
131. Orli Covitz,
132. General Nalani Keah,
133. Mage-Imperator Jora'h,
134. Shareen Fitzkellum,
136. Zoe Alakis,
138. Garrison Reeves,
139. Rlinda Kett,
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