Despite generous appendices containing family trees, dramatis personae, a time line, and other series data, newcomers will be lost in this space opera as Asaro brings the not-always-nice Skolians closer to a reconciliation with the not-completely-naughty Aristo traders. With the two pan-galactic empires still in ruins from the Radiance War, the 23rd-century intergalactic battle that also destroyed the psiberweb, a psychic Internet that provided instantaneous transmission of information-and more-throughout the galaxy, the teenaged Jaibriol, one of four children (he'd been secretly hidden on Earth) from the union of Skolian Imperator Sauscony Valdoria and Eubian (Aristo) Emperor Jaibriol Qox II is swapped for Jai's uncle, Prince Eldrin, consort of Ruby Pharaoh Dyhianna Seli, who had been held captive by the Aristos. The young Jaibriol hides a secret: he has the kind of telepathic talents that would normally have doomed him to a life of slavery (Aristos can't experience love, and so they torture telepaths so that they feel a kind of cosmic orgasm they call transcendence). After he's crowned Emperor Jaibriol III, he discovers that his uncle, Corbal Xir, who, unbeknownst to Jaibriol and the rest of the Eubian empire, has undergone an operation that prevents him from transcending and, thus, allows him to love, just might know his secret. Xir also knows that Jaibriol is a Ruby Key, that he can restore the psiberweb and thus deliver total dominance of the galaxy. Xir's plans become entangled with Highton Finance Minister Tarquine Iquar, who, having undergone a similar antitranscending operation, could end up as the young Emperor's bride. Can these schemers, as well as far too many additionalcharacters who have fled or are thought dead, bring peace to a wounded universe? Tedious, confusing, pointlessly self-referential. Fans only. Agent: Eleanor Wood/Spectrum
At the age of seventeen the young nobleman named Jaibriol Qox becomes ruler of a vast galactic empire-and loses everything he has ever valued. Born of a clandestine liaison between a renegade daughter of the Skolian Imperialate and a scion of the genetically engineered Eubian Traders, Jai Qox grew up in exile, unaware of the powers that coursed through his noble blood.
In the waning days of the bloody Radiance War that ravaged the galaxy, Jai was captured and returned to the Traders to play a role as a puppet emperor in their scheme to consolidate their domination of space.
Now Jai must walk a razor's edge to seize the power that is his by birthright without succumbing to its dark seduction and wield it for the good of all, and to avert a conflagration that threatens to engulf a thousand worlds.
At the age of seventeen the young nobleman named Jaibriol Qox becomes ruler of a vast galactic empire-and loses everything he has ever valued. Born of a clandestine liaison between a renegade daughter of the Skolian Imperialate and a scion of the genetically engineered Eubian Traders, Jai Qox grew up in exile, unaware of the powers that coursed through his noble blood.
In the waning days of the bloody Radiance War that ravaged the galaxy, Jai was captured and returned to the Traders to play a role as a puppet emperor in their scheme to consolidate their domination of space.
Now Jai must walk a razor's edge to seize the power that is his by birthright without succumbing to its dark seduction and wield it for the good of all, and to avert a conflagration that threatens to engulf a thousand worlds.

The Moon's Shadow
Narrated by Dennis Holland
Catherine AsaroUnabridged — 12 hours, 36 minutes

The Moon's Shadow
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Catherine AsaroUnabridged — 12 hours, 36 minutes
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At the age of seventeen the young nobleman named Jaibriol Qox becomes ruler of a vast galactic empire-and loses everything he has ever valued. Born of a clandestine liaison between a renegade daughter of the Skolian Imperialate and a scion of the genetically engineered Eubian Traders, Jai Qox grew up in exile, unaware of the powers that coursed through his noble blood.
In the waning days of the bloody Radiance War that ravaged the galaxy, Jai was captured and returned to the Traders to play a role as a puppet emperor in their scheme to consolidate their domination of space.
Now Jai must walk a razor's edge to seize the power that is his by birthright without succumbing to its dark seduction and wield it for the good of all, and to avert a conflagration that threatens to engulf a thousand worlds.
Product Details
BN ID: | 2940169721959 |
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Publisher: | Blackstone Audio, Inc. |
Publication date: | 02/07/2017 |
Series: | Saga of the Skolian Empire Series , #8 |
Edition description: | Unabridged |
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The Moon's Shadow
By Catherine Asaro
A Tom Doherty Associates Book
Copyright © 2003 Catherine AsaroAll right reserved.
ISBN: 0765304252
Chapter One
ThroneIn his seventeenth year of life, Jai gained an empire and lost everything he valued.
Stately buildings faced a plaza tiled in white and gray stone. Clouds hung low in the sky, their drizzle saturating the air. Evening had come, a time when the heat of the sixty-two-hour day on the world Delos cooled enough to make the temperature tolerable for its human colonists.
Two young men walked across the plaza, coming from the embassy of the Allied Worlds of Earth. One wore simple clothes, a sweater and trousers. The other had on elegant garb with a severe cut, the cloth as black as shadows. Even in the misty air, his black hair glittered.
On the other side of the plaza, the embassy of the Eubian Concord stood in grandeur, large and solid, with many columns. Six men descended its stairs. Four were strongly built and moved like machines, their uniforms black and their eyes the color of rust. They were guarding the other two men. The larger of the two, taller even than the looming guards, had a shock of glittering white hair and a commanding presence. His patrician features and red eyes identified him as a Highton Aristo, a member of the most powerful, the wealthiest, and possibly the most hated ruling caste ever known to humanity.
The other manhad his wrists locked behind his back in slave restraints. The prisoner moved stiffly, his chin thrust out but his eyes glazed. A gust stirred his wine-red hair around his handsome face. A diamond collar circled his neck and diamond guards glinted on his wrists and ankles. His white shirt, costly and impractical, was tucked into his dark pants. He walked barefoot.
The groups approached each other.
The two youths from the Allied Embassy stopped in the center of the plaza. The one in black clothes was tall, with broad shoulders and an athletic build. His features very much resembled those of the Highton man with the glittering white hair and were subtly echoed in the faces of the four guards.
The prisoner bore no resemblance to him ...
At least not at first glance.
Jai Rockworth waited with his friend, Mik Fresnel, as the group of Eubians crossed the plaza to them. A deep-seated fear within Jai urged him to run, but he forced himself to remain still. He now wished he had brought more people. Had he been naive, assuming the Eubians would treat this exchange with honor? Given the number of armed guards in their group, he would have little recourse if they decided to take him without relinquishing their prisoner. But it was too late for second thoughts. If he didn't go through with this now, he might never find the courage to try again.
He recognized the white-haired man in the center of the Eubian group: Corbal Xir. Jai had seen him on countless news broadcasts. As a cousin of the late emperor, Xir stood close to the Carnelian Throne of Eube. The emperor, Jaibriol the Second, had died without a known heir, and many expected Xir to claim the title. The ruby color of Corbal Xir's eyes disturbed Jai-for it exactly matched his own. During the last two years, Jai had hidden his with brown lenses. Xir showed no such compunction about revealing his Aristo genetics.
Jai felt as if a band were constricting around his chest. He had no idea how to deal with a man like Xir. The Eubian group halted a few paces in front of him. The man in slave restraints stood with a numb expression, watching Jai with no hint of recognition. But Jai knew his face. Eldrin Valdoria. Prince Eldrin.
His uncle.
If I could free you from your pain by taking it into myself, Jai thought, I would. Nothing he could do would change what his uncle had already suffered, but he could see to it that Eldrin endured no more. He tried not to think that it would take so little, so terrifyingly little, for him to end up exactly like his uncle.
Xir spoke to Jai in the language of the Highton Aristos, his voice a rumble of authority. "I propose a simultaneous exchange. You and Prince Eldrin walk forward at the same time."
"Very well," Jai answered in flawless Highton. But when he turned to Mik, he switched to English. "Thank you for coming." He wanted to say so much more, but he couldn't take the risk.
Mik glanced uneasily at the Eubians. When he gave Jai a questioning look, Jai shook his head, fearing Mik would ask for an explanation Jai could never provide. But Mik just offered his hand. Jai shook it with a gratitude he didn't dare show, and also with sorrow, knowing he was saying good-bye to his friend forever.
"I'm not sure what you're doing," Mik said quietly. "But I will remember what you said."
Jai wished he could say more: Never forget. No matter what you hear of me from this day on, remember the Jai you knew. But Mik couldn't hear his thoughts, and Jai could say nothing in front of the Eubians. He nodded to Mik, his throat tight. Then he composed his face into a mask of Highton arrogance and faced Corbal Xir. Jai had barricaded his telepath's mind, turning it into a mental fortress, and so he received nothing from the Eubians, no sense of their emotions or thoughts.
Prince Eldrin was staring at him-and suddenly Jai felt his uncle's mind. Recognition went through him like a jolt of electricity: Eldrin was also a telepath. Even having known it ahead of time, Jai was still startled by the strength of his uncle's mind. Either Jai was more attuned to him than to the Aristos, who had no ability as psions, or else his uncle's mental barriers had slipped. Whatever the reason, the impact of Eldrin's emotions staggered Jai. He knew the other man's confusion and anguish as if it were his own. Another realization hit him: until this moment, Eldrin had known nothing about the exchange. The shock of realizing his captors intended to trade him had caused Eldrin's barriers to slip.
When Jai spoke to Eldrin, he made himself show a calm he didn't come close to feeling. "Shall we begin?"
"Yes." The prince's voice rasped with laryngitis so severe he had trouble speaking.
The raw sound of his uncle's voice shook Jai. He feared to learn what had injured Eldrin's vocal cords. Screams left scars that could haunt a man.
He and Eldrin walked forward. When they reached each other, Jai wanted to stop, to ask Eldrin the questions surging within him, to offer reassurance, to beg forgiveness for the life Jai was embarking on. But he could do nothing, show no hint of his roiling emotions. They passed in silence, Eldrin going to the Allieds and Jai to the Eubians.
Jai stopped when he reached Corbal Xir. The older man nodded in acknowledgment, though of what, Jai didn't know. A chill went through him at the soulless intensity of Xir's gaze. Jai returned his nod, then turned to see Eldrin reach Mik. As the prince halted, he looked back. For an instant he and Jai stared at each other. In that moment, even the mist seemed to wait. Would Eldrin ask why? Would he curse his captors?
The moment passed, and Jai no longer felt his uncle's emotions. Eldrin's mental barriers had come up again. Jai didn't think his uncle even realized they had slipped.
The Eubians closed around Jai in a tight formation and swept him away, headed for their embassy. Jai set his shoulders and faced his future, though dread haunted him.
So it was that Jai Rockworth-also known as Jaibriol the Third-claimed his place as emperor of Eube, the largest empire in the history of humanity.
Chapter Two
AdventA portico with a high arch formed the entrance of the Eubian Embassy. As Jai entered the building, a muscle in his cheek twitched. The four guards loomed around him, bulky and silent, arms swinging precisely at their sides, their faces hard. He found it difficult to absorb the enormity of it, that he walked with Lord Corbal Xir, one of the most feared men in settled space. When the great doors of the embassy thundered shut behind them, Jai felt as if he were trapped in a mausoleum. Jai Rockworth had died; from this day on he was Jaibriol III.
He protected his mind, strengthening his mental shields until no trace of his telepathic ability could leak to the Traders with him. No, the Eubians. He had to remember; Eubians never referred to themselves as Traders. That name came from the people of the Skolian Imperialate, who abhorred the Eubians for basing their economy on a slave trade. For the rest of his life, Jai would have to maintain his defenses; he could never weaken, neither in his behavior nor his mental protections, lest it reveal that he who dared claim the Carnelian Throne was a slave. A provider.
Nausea surged in Jai and he nearly lost his composure. More than any other reason, Aristos were hated because they used providers to transcend. Providers were empaths and telepaths; Aristos were anti-empaths. An Aristo could pick up the physical or emotional anguish of a psion, but instead of registering it as pain, the Aristo felt pleasure. The stronger a psion, the more transcendence he or she "provided" the Aristo. Craving the experience with a need that verged on obsession, Aristos made psions into the slaves they called "providers." Their pitiless culture allowed no exceptions; all empaths and telepaths were providers.
Jai knew he would have to protect his mind every day for the rest of his life. The immensity of it was more than he could absorb. If he slipped even once, revealing he was a psion, his life would become hell.
And yet-his claim to the throne was genuine.
To gain his title he had sent Corbal Xir a lock of his hair. Its DNA would show him as the true son of Jaibriol II, the previous emperor of Eube, who had died less than two months ago. The Eubians would undoubtedly check and double-check his DNA, but Jai knew they would find the proof they needed. His great-great-grandfather, Eube Qox, had founded the Eubian Concord and been its first emperor. Eube had been an Aristo of course, a Highton in fact, part of the highest Aristo caste. Only a Highton could be emperor. Jai's great-grandfather, Jaibriol I, had also been a Highton Aristo, as had been Jai's grandfather, Ur Qox.
Or so everyone believed.
Only Jai knew the truth: his great-grandfather had bred psi traits into the imperial line. A powerful enough psion could use ancient technology that survived from the long-dead Ruby Empire, technology the modern age couldn't reproduce-or defend against. But no Aristo could be a psion; the traits, considered a debilitating weakness, weren't part of the Aristo gene pool. The genes that created a psion were recessive, which meant both parents had to contribute them to their child for the abilities to manifest.
Jaibriol I had sired a son with one of his providers and forced his empress to acknowledge the child as her own, making the boy heir to the throne. It was an unspeakable abomination by Highton standards, but the emperor had been fanatically hungry for the power of the ancient Ruby machines.
The boy, Ur Qox, had been Jai's grandfather. Ur had the psi genes only from his mother, so he wasn't a psion. But he too fathered a child on one of his providers-and that son, Jaibriol II, had been a Ruby telepath, the most powerful of all psions. He possessed the mental power to use the ancient machines, which would have made it possible for him to conquer human-settled space. Through him, the Aristos could have subjugated all humanity.
Jaibriol II had other ideas. He had fled his heritage, appalled by its brutality, and secretly married another Ruby psion, a warrior queen of the Skolian Imperialate, Eube's greatest enemy. Her name had been Soz Valdoria.
Jai's mother.
So Jai had been born a Ruby telepath, the first child of Jaibriol II and Soz Valdoria. No one knew his mother and father had hidden in exile for fifteen years. But ESComm, the Eubian military, had finally found Jai's father and torn him away from his idyllic life, never realizing he had a family. In secret, Jai's mother had left her children on Earth, to protect them. Then she had launched the Radiance War-a shattering conflict that brought two star-spanning empires to their knees-all to rescue her husband from his own people.
Jai's parents had died in that war.
One consolation remained to Jai, the knowledge that his mother and father had been reunited in an escape shuttle before a missile exploded it. They had died together. He struggled against the hotness in his eyes. The grief was too great; he had never been able to weep for their loss. He feared if he started, he would never stop.
His parents had dreamed of a time when Eube and Skolia would know peace. Somehow, some way, he would turn that dream into reality. He would find a way to ensure that the two people who had gifted him with their unconditional love hadn't died in vain.
Drizzle misted over Eldrin, dampening his clothes and hair. His body ached from his last "chat" with his interrogators. He stared dully after the Traders as they walked toward their embassy, two Highton Aristos surrounded by four guards. He wondered what game of cruelty they were playing with him this time.
The unfamiliar youth who had stayed here in the plaza spoke to Eldrin in stilted Highton, his accent almost too thick to understand. "Cold you are? We go back."
Eldrin narrowed his gaze. The youth looked about eighteen, average in height, a bit shorter than Eldrin, with brown hair and eyes, and a friendly face. If Eldrin hadn't known better, he would have mistaken his new tormentor for a schoolboy from Earth.
The youth glanced at Eldrin's bound arms, then raised his gaze quickly, as if he didn't want to look. "Like you to make your arms free?" he asked.
Eldrin stepped back, his head jerking. What new tricks had they devised? His jaw clenched so hard, he felt tendons stand out in his neck.
"Okay, we don't have to do that," the boy said in English, more to himself than Eldrin. In his terrible Highton, he added, "Go we to Allied Embassy." He indicated a building. "Embassy. Allied Worlds. Earth. You come with me, yes?"
They picked a good actor. Eldrin readied himself to fight or run. Realistically, he knew he would lose either way; he could do little with his hands locked behind his back. But he had to try. He couldn't let them break him.
"Come, yes?" the boy repeated. "We remove restraints."
Eldrin had intended to stay silent, but he couldn't keep his hatred inside. "Go rot in a Tazorli whorehouse." He spoke in Skolian Flag, a language of his own people. He would never willingly use Highton, not if they tortured him for a hundred years.
The youth's eyes widened. He switched into Flag. "I'm not a Eubian, I swear it." He spoke the Skolian much better than Highton. "You are free now, in the territory of the Allied Worlds of Earth. We offer you protection."
Eldrin said nothing.
Continues...
Excerpted from The Moon's Shadow by Catherine Asaro Copyright © 2003 by Catherine Asaro
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