Now that she was in control of the Star Cluster, LADY TWELVE knew she was in greater jeopardy than ever.

LADY NINE's father knew for a fact he could trust her. Her aunt was as sure she would betray him.

By the time SNAKE-IN-THE EYE had discovered their plot, the warrior class' control of the clergy had already evaporated.

They were all quite sure OJINOR was a fool and none were surprised when it happened...

From the loneliest mining asteroid to the most teeming metropolises, there was no escaping the unmistakable visage of BALIS BALINURIS; he was everywhere at once.  But how?  Everyone had a theory but none knew with certainty.

Without the mask, MOKTI NISK knew he was nothing; for few races trusted a species with no face.

The elusive SIDIAN DRISPAR was renowned as one of the galaxy's foremost cultural tastemakers.

Revenge was becoming an inconveniently full-time job for DURLA and her brother.

Having sharpened his axe on the necks of the royal family, BLOOD-IN-STONE, turned his eye towards the professionals and the nobility. The warrior class would have to wait.

She could no longer remember when running the nunnery had become the pastime and assassinating heretics the primary mission.