East of the Sun, West of the Moon (Council Wars Series #4)

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When the council that controlled the world-spanning computer Mother fell out in civil war, it plunged the world in an instant from high-tech utopia to medieval nightmare. Now Herzer Herrick and Megan Trevante have been assigned the mission to capture the spaceship that supplies the fuel for all of Earth. Given that Herzer vaguely thinks orbital decay is something having to do with teeth it should be . . . interesting. With all the usual combat expected in a John Ringo novel, East of the Sun and West of the Moon ...

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Overview

When the council that controlled the world-spanning computer Mother fell out in civil war, it plunged the world in an instant from high-tech utopia to medieval nightmare. Now Herzer Herrick and Megan Trevante have been assigned the mission to capture the spaceship that supplies the fuel for all of Earth. Given that Herzer vaguely thinks orbital decay is something having to do with teeth it should be . . . interesting. With all the usual combat expected in a John Ringo novel, East of the Sun and West of the Moon sheds new light on the bizarre relationship between Herzer and Megan, the politics of the new born world and fascinating details of space technology battles.

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Every since the brouhaha over control of the world-master computer Mother, things on Earth have gone haywire; or, to be more specific, medieval. Now, without much preparation, Herzer Herrick and Megan Trevante have been dispatched to capture the spaceship that fuels all of Earth. What awaits them will change their relationship and/or radically alter earthly existence. A full-frontal attack of military sci-fi.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416555186
  • Publisher: Baen
  • Publication date: 12/26/2007
  • Series: Council Wars Series , #4
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 175,645
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author


John Ringo
, as a veteran of the 82nd Airborne, brings first-hand knowledge of military operations to his fiction. His novels for Baen include the four novels in the New York Times best-selling Posleen Invasion series (A Hymn Before Battle, Gust Front, When the Devil Dances, and Hell’s Faire), his far-future series, of which East of the Sun and West of the Moon is the latest (preceded by There Will be Dragons, Emerald Sea and Against the Tide), and four collaborations with New York Times best-selling author David Weber (March Upcountry, March to the Sea, March to the Stars and We Few).

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East of the Sun and West of the Moon


By John Ringo

Baen Books

Copyright © 2006 John Ringo
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-4165-2059-7


Chapter One

As the axe clanged off his shield, Herzer knew he was having a bad day.

His opponent was as fast as he was and darned near as tall and strong. Furthermore, Herzer had never in his life fought someone who used an axe with such effectiveness. The weapon had a meter and a half metal covered shaft and his opponent used it as a combination of quarterstaff and axe to great effect.

Herzer Herrick was a young man just nearing his twenty-fifth birthday, a shade over two meters tall and broad in proportion with black hair and dark green eyes that, as now, slitted into fiery intensity when he was in combat. His face had a long scar on the cheek and more crisscrossed his unguarded forearms, visible proof of his many battles.

Herzer flickered the tip of his longsword forward and was rewarded with another one of those nasty spin and catches, the haft of the axe clanging into his blade then the head sliding down to trap it. Before he knew it, the butt of the axe was hammering into his shield and he leapt back, disengaging his blade with difficulty.

"Think you're tricky?" Herzer panted.

"Very," the man said. He began spinning the axe overhead, clockwise, moving back and forth lightly on his feet. "Trickier than you, Major. As you'll learn when I kill you."

Herzer knewthere was a reason to the motion but he couldn't divine it. The axe could slam down but with all that momentum there was no way that his opponent could use it for an effective block. Especially if he came in low. He circled to the left then lunged forward in a shield bash, his sword held low at his side, point angling upward to slip through chinks in his opponent's armor.

It took him a moment to realize what was happening as the axeman brought the spinning circle of steel downwards and neatly kicked the sword out of midline. The axeman rode the shield bash backwards, actually loosing contact with his axe as it spun around the fulcrum of Herzer's useless sword. Then his shield was wrenched outwards as a tremendous blow struck him on his chest armor.

"Kill point," the judge said. "Break."

"Kill point?" Herzer protested, looking down at the blue mark. The axeman had first pulled his shield outward then used his own energy to hammer the reverse point of the training axe into his armor. He supposed it would have punctured the armor and given him a wound. But he'd had, and fought with, far worse.

"In space," Colonel Carson said, pulling off his helmet, "that would have opened up your armor and vented your atmosphere. It's a kill. Trust me."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not going along on your mission, then," Herzer said, grinning. "On the other hand, I can think of two or three counters to that move. All of which would leave you disarmed, or dead, or both. How many do you have in your bag of tricks?"

"Hopefully enough," Carson said with a grin. "We've been training for this mission for two years and from what Miss Travante tells us, New Destiny had yet to even begin to plan when she ... errr ..."

"Megan generally uses the term 'escaped,'" Herzer said with a grin. "I generally say something like 'blew that popsicle stand.' Sometimes she doesn't get the humor."

"I see," Colonel Carson said, somewhat uneasily. While it was true that he outranked Major Herrick, there was no one in the army of the United Free States, with the possible exception of Duke Edmund Talbot, who was more famous. And with his engagement to the new Key Holder, Countess Megan Travante, Herrick's career was presumably unlimited. Carson was well aware that he was probably dueling with a future boss and certainly someone with the ear of some very important people so he chose his words carefully. "I don't say it will be a cakewalk, unless they intend to just let us steal all the fuel and do nothing about it. But we should be able to handle anything they throw at us."

Herzer grimaced despite the careful phrasing and shrugged.

"Colonel, with all due respect," he said, carefully, "I would strongly suggest that you not even think that. New Destiny is, in many ways, better at this war than us. They are better at intelligence gathering, they are better at ... call it 'special systems' development and they are not stupid when it comes to tactics. I've taken that attitude before and it bit me in the ass. So has Duke Edmund and it bit him in the ass. I would strongly suggest that you assume New Destiny is going to throw something you've never seen at you, that is game winning, and plan for it. Otherwise, it's going to bite you in the ass. And there won't be a second shot at this mission, sir."

"So I'm aware," Carson sighed.

"Big pressure, sir," Herzer said, nodding. "Welcome to the world saver's club. Admission is hard. Staying in is harder," he added with a grin, holding up one arm that terminated in a complex prosthetic.

"You haven't had that replaced, I notice," Carson said, walking over to the racks and putting up his armor and weapons.

"Well, Megan has access to the power," Herzer admitted. "And Mistress Daneh, or even her daughter Rachel, is more than capable of doing the regeneration. But ..." he looked at the device and clicked it thoughtfully. "It has some things it does better than a hand and, in general, I've found that those are useful. Maybe if we ever win this damned war I'll have it replaced. Until then, I think I'll keep it. Great for opening beer bottles."

"And speaking of Lady Megan," Carson said, smiling. "Where is your fiancée?"

"Getting ready for the Foundation Ball, sir," Herzer grimaced, looking up at the wall mounted chronometer. "Which I'm, also, supposed to attend."

"Hanging out with the nobs, eh?" Carson said, smiling. "Why don't you look happy. Plenty of majors would like an opportunity to bend the ear of the Army commander, for example."

"Well, honestly, I can bend Duke Edmund's ear any time I'd like, sir," Herzer said, shrugging. "And if he thinks it's worthwhile he'll bring it to Minster Spehar which carries more weight than a major. But, honestly, sir, it's four hours of standing around making polite conversation with people that will take your words and use them as a knife in your back. Then there are the after dinner speeches. I don't even get to sit with Megan since she's real high society and I'm just her ... fiancée. I'll be down in the peanut gallery with the low-lifes like ... well ... colonels and select members of the House of Commons."

"Sounds idyllic," Carson said with a chuckle.

"Thanks," Herzer replied, putting away the last piece of armor. "I hope to see you again before your mission, sir."

"I'm sure we'll meet again, Herzer," Carson said, holding out his hand. "Try to enjoy yourself at the ball. I understand that the cream of Washan's lovelier ladies will be there as well."

"I've already got the loveliest girl at the ball," Herzer replied with a grin.

* * *

"You look absolutely lovely, Megan," Mirta said, taking a last tuck in the Council Woman's dress.

Megan frowned at the mirror and opened her mouth then cut off the comment. She couldn't say she hated the dress because Mirta had made it and, honestly, it was beautiful. And she couldn't comment on her hair with Shanea putting the final touches on it. Finally she grimaced and shook her head, lightly.

"I've got a spot developing on my nose," she snapped.

"It's impossible to see," Mirta replied, sharply. "Take a deep breath. You killed Paul, facing these people is a minor inconvenience. Your dress is lovely and beyond the height of fashion. It's going to set the fashion for at least the next year. Your hair is lovely and it's going to set a fashion. Your make up is lovely. You are lovely. Meredith is fully dialed in on everything you're going to achieve this evening and she is lovely but just a shade less lovely than you. You are absolutely going to slay them. Don't you always?"

"I think this will hold even in the humidity," Shanea said, teasing her hair up and spraying a stray strand into play. "You'll look great at the ball. I wish I was going instead of Meredith."

"There will be other balls, Shanea," Megan said, smiling. Shanea was a dear but she had the brains of a gnat and the Foundation Ball would be attended by all the highest of society. Which meant that more deals would be made and more bills finalized than in all the committee meetings in the next month. Which in turn meant that it would be a vicious political dog-fight over cakes and champagne. Taking Shanea into that was out of the question.

Megan stood up and allowed Shanea and Mirta to help her into the dress. She could easily do it herself and would have preferred it, but the two, along with a few others, had attached themselves to her like limpets and, honestly, they were far more capable of this sort of thing than she. She nodded as Meredith came into the vanity room and smiled.

"You look like Athena, Meredith," Megan said.

"Thank you." Meredith Amadou Tillou was a tall exquisite brunette dressed, like Megan, in a dress that was backless with a high collar and cut low at the front. Hers was not cut quite as low as Megans and it lacked the slits on the side that teasingly revealed long legs. She was not going to the ball to be noticed. Quite the opposite. If she had a choice in her manner of dress it would be a full coverage dress and a hooded cloak.

Her expression was much the same as it had been for four years in Paul Bowman's harem, blank. But the eyes were different. While in the harem she had participated in one of the two revolts against Paul's bondage and, when unsuccessful, she had been brain locked and kept as an imbecilic brood mare for Paul's "breeding group." When Megan killed Paul it released the bond, and the memories of four years of unwilling bondage, of the things that had been done to her and the things she did. Now she viewed the world through eyes that were as cold as an iceberg and for all the world as deadly.

As Megan had quickly learned, the mind that had been released was at least as good as her own. Behind that blank mask was a brain like a computer with a virtually perfect memory and an ability to synthesize information that was phenomenal, making connections where others did not see them. For all that she had, apparently, no ambitions for greater power. She had become Megan's political aide and would be attending the ball in that position.

As Mirta was fastening the last catch, Ashley walked in the room, frowning.

"Megan, there's been a change," she said, unhappily. "You were supposed to go to a late meeting with Duke Dehnavi and his wife after the ball. I just got word that he's planning on bringing ... someone other than his wife."

"Cancel it," Megan snapped. "I'm not going to be seen in public with him and his latest doxie!"

"He's a key vote in the Intelligence Joint Subcommittee," Meredith said, evenly. "Your father will need his support for the new funding bill. Especially if he wants to increase the size of the agent training program. The meeting will not cinch it but canceling it would inevitably cause him to view anything brought up by a Travante through a negative light. He has openly boasted of having managed to arrange it. He is also involved in the Agriculture Committee which will be looking at bills related to military food support over the next six months. Various other political items come to mind since he is a quiet power in the Corporate Party. Which is why Ashley arranged the meeting."

Megan sighed and grimaced.

"Careful," Mirta said, "don't break the makeup."

"Mirta, analysis, please?"

"Okay," the older woman said, sighing. Mirta looked as if she was in her late teens, one of the reasons Paul Bowman had picked her up along with the others. In fact she was well over a hundred and besides being Megan's seamstress acted in the role of socio-political advisor. Ashley handled the social planning but Mirta advised on who could and should be graced with the presence of the newest, and youngest, and prettiest, keyholder in the increasingly political climate of the United Free States capitol.

"Short term, you gain," Mirta said. "You need the vote to get the bill out of committee without having it gutted. Long term ... you're giving support to the cookie eaters. That means all the wives will really get their knives out for you. If you were married to Herzer, he wouldn't dare try this. But he thinks since Herzer's your fiancée, and you're assumed to be ..."

"Carrying on relations," Meredith continued for her.

"Yes. That. Since you're carrying on regardless, he thinks he can score points and make it more acceptable for him to trot out his cookies. Since his wife is a rhino, politically, it's actually better for him to attend with his cookies, believe it or not. But ..."

"Herzer won't want to come, anyway," Megan muttered. "Ashley: Send a message to the Duke telling him that I will be unattended by my ... fiancée ... and since it would be imbalanced, etc."

"Good call," Ashley said, relieved.

"Public, Ashley," Megan snapped. "Very much public. A male aide, fine. I'll have Meredith with me. A doxie, NO."

"Will do," Ashley muttered. "De Funcha. Very new, very hip, brightly lit, I know the matre de so getting you a good table at the last moment won't be a problem not that it ever is ..."

"Handle it," Megan said. "Meredith, let's go."

* * *

"The Honorable Jasper Thornton!" the majordomo at the top of the steps cried over the buzz of voices in the ballroom. "Mrs. Jasper Thornton."

"Her name is Amelia, for God's sake," Megan muttered angrily.

"Smile for the cameras," Herzer muttered as they stepped forward. "Although, I really hope he doesn't screw up and call me 'Mr. Megan Travante.'"

"Countess Megan Samantha Travante!" the functionary said without a glance at the card Herzer handed him. "Major Herzer Herrick!"

The low buzz of conversation stopped and the group broke into apparently spontaneous applause as a chemical flash caught the couple standing hand in hand. It would probably make the morning addition of the Washan Times, society page if not the front, and be in Lasang in no more than two weeks by courier.

Megan waved in appreciation of the applause as, shadowed by Meredith, they stepped down the stairs to the floor of the large room. It was not filled to overflowing, by any stretch of the imagination, but Washan in summertime was hot and the candles and lamps that lit the room added to the heat of the pressed bodies turning it into a sauna. Megan was afraid she could already feel her hairdo wilting.

"Remember, the slave said," Herzer said, leaning over to whisper in Megan's ear, "you too are mortal." He was dressed in the most formal uniform of the UFS, a tight coat worn short, open at the front in deference to the heat, with a blinding white undertunic on which his Eagle hung from a thick scarlet ribbon. The coat was gray, the newly chosen color of the UFS Army uniform, with light blue lining to denote his branch of infantry. The gray pants had a blue stripe down the side as well. It was topped by a light blue beret. The coat was heavy with his medals and qualification badges; two silver eagles to match the gold, the now defunct aurea victorous, wound badges, dragon qualification, maritime aviation badge, air combat medal. Megan had insisted that he wear all of them. There were a few with more medals in the room, the UFS Army was already getting medal happy. But there were none with more medals for valor in combat.

Megan snorted softly and took the first hand that was outstretched to her.

"Duke Okyay, a pleasure to see you this evening ..."

* * *

Herzer detached himself as soon as Megan began politicking, grabbed a glass of sasparilla and a plate of munchies and worked his way over to the corner where Edmund and the Army Commander were ensconced.

"Duke Edmund," he said, pushing past an aide. Most of the flunkies were staying well back from the great men and surreptitiously acting as a filter. The Army commander's new aide had apparently not recognized the unknown major.

"Hey, Herzer," Edmund said, grumpily. "Welcome to the jungle."

Herzer grinned slightly when he saw the turning aide grimace and face back to watch the goings on.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be spending far too much time, here," Herzer said, frowning. "Megan's taken to it like a duck to water."

(Continues...)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2013

    Without giving away any spoilers I will try to leave a decent re

    Without giving away any spoilers I will try to leave a decent review. After reading the first three books in this series I was excited to get on this one and boy, was I disappointed. It seems like somebody else wrote this one because it was so far from the others that it failed in continuity in so many areas. When I got to the end I was left with so many questions about what happened to so many characters that I immediately started looking to see if there was yet another book, but from what I see this was the last. So many characters left out, to numerous to mention, so what was their fate? What about the fate of the world afterward? I'm supposed to accept that ridiculous "imagine" fate in the epilogue on what few characters were mentioned? So many questions with no answers. there were two characters in particular, Bast and the rabbit, that I was anticipating them being expanded upon but was left flat. So, who really wrote this book?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2006

    Did Ringo really write this?

    This had to be one of the most disapointing books I have ever read. It sure seemed to me that the focus on this book was when Herzer and Megan would 'Do it' rather than the fate of world. I mean really, who cares? In way did we find out anything at the end of the story except sex happened. What happened with Mike and his new agriculture duties? What happened in certain area of New Destiny? Was Talbot around at the end of the story? What a terrible way to end such an epic story. Ringo, if you wrote this, I recommend you rewrite it and SELL us at leat a story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2014

    Not the best of the Council Wars series, but the series is a mus

    Not the best of the Council Wars series, but the series is a must-read. It's just too bad he hasn't written the next book...I mean it's been 6 years.

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  • Posted October 13, 2011

    This continues the series, but with fewer fireworks.

    The prominent members of the cast are back, and the plot is a continuation of a series, but it's not exactly exciting reading, like in the previous books. All the good stuff takes place in the last quarter of this book, so you're going through fluff for quite a while. Still somewhat interesting, but without the spark. The previous books went through the military and civil growth of an isolated colony in a hostile world, and were a pleasure to read. The variety of characters and the ingenuity they displayed made for a non-stop page turner. Now that life isn't a constant look over the shoulder anymore, there's little to wrap a book around.

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  • Posted July 5, 2011

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    Worth your time and money

    I tend to read alot of books and nothing can be worse than buying a book reading a third of it and feeling like you have wasted your time and money. With John Ringo's Council of War series this is not an issue. One of my best reads this year.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2007

    Another great story from John Ringo.

    Ringo has written another exciting page-turner. He has blended fantasy, realism and science into a another captivating installment in Herzer Herrick's saga. I can't wait for the next one.

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