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Past Imperative (Great Game Series #1)
     

Past Imperative (Great Game Series #1)

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by Dave Duncan
 

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The Great Game of Gods is afoot...

In a world on the brink of madness...
In the summer of 1914, a young man of reputation beyond reproach awakens under police guard-grievously injured and accused of heinous, impossible murder.

And in a strange, distant place...
The youngest member of a penniless acting troupe has been taken prisoner by the loyal minions of a

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The Great Game of Gods is afoot...

In a world on the brink of madness...
In the summer of 1914, a young man of reputation beyond reproach awakens under police guard-grievously injured and accused of heinous, impossible murder.

And in a strange, distant place...
The youngest member of a penniless acting troupe has been taken prisoner by the loyal minions of a corrupt, vengeful goddess. For an ancient prophecy has divided the realm's ruling Deities into warring factions-a prophecy that mentions the crippled captive child...and a youth recovering from inexplicable wounds in a British hospital bed.

The game weaves through worlds and through dimensions as it has since time immemorial-a deadly contest of skill and manipulations that ruthlessly creates wizards, destroys human pawns...and transforms ordinary men, women and children into something more.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780759270428
Publisher:
EReads
Publication date:
07/27/2009
Series:
Great Game Series , #1
Pages:
496
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 1.11(d)

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Chapter One

The summer of 1914 was the finest in living memory. All over Europe the sun shone, day after day, from a sky without a cloud. Holidaymakers traveled as they wished across a continent at peace, reveling in green woods and clean, warm seas. They crossed national borders unimpeded. Almost no one noticed the storm building on the political horizon; even newspapers mostly ignored it. The war struck with the suddenness of an avalanche and carried everything away.

There was never to be another summer like it.

Toward the end of June in that year the Greek steamship Hermes, preparing to depart from Port Said and having a vacant stateroom, embarked at short notice a gentleman whose name was entered in the log as Colonel Julius Creighton. He was polite and aloof and inscrutable. During the crossing of the Mediterranean, he remained extremely reticent about both himself and his business. He was without question an English milord, but beyond that obvious deduction, neither the officers nor the other passengers were able to progress. Everyone was intrigued when he chose to disembark at Cattaro, in Montenegro, which was not on the road to anywhere. The English, they agreed, were crazy. They would all have been considerably more surprised had they been able to follow his subsequent travels.

He set foot on European soil on the twenty-eighth of June, which by coincidence was the day Archduke Francis Ferdinand's death in Sarajevo opened the first crack of the collapse that was to bring down the whole world. The Montenegro border was less than fifty miles from Sarajevo. The reader is therefore cautioned that Colonel Creighton had absolutely nothing todo with the assassination.

He progressed rapidly north and east, traveling mainly on horseback through wild country, until he reached the vicinity of Belgrade. In a wagon in a wood, he was granted audience by a gypsy voivode, whose authority transcended national borders.

Creighton continued eastward and spent a night as guest of a certain count of ancient lineage, lord of a picturesque castle in Transylvania. In Vienna he met with several people, including a woman reputed to be the most skilled courtesan in Austria, with the fairest body in Europe, but the substance of their meeting was unrelated to such matters.

By the fifteenth of July he had reached St. Petersburg. Although the Russian capital was racked by workers' strikes, he succeeded in spending several hours talking with a monk celebrated for both his holiness and his political connections.

On the twenty-third, when Austria issued its ultimatum to Serbia, Colonel Creighton arrived in Paris, having wasted a couple of days in a cave in the Black Forest. Paris was in the throes of the Caillaux scandal, but he ignored that, conferring with two artists and a newspaper editor. He also took an overnight train south to Marseilles to visit Fort St. jean, European Headquarters of the Foreign Legion. He spent most of his time there in the chapel, then returned to the capital.

On July 28, when Austria declared war on Serbia, he obtained a berth on the next boat train to London — a surprising feat, considering the near-panic in the Gare du Nord.

On reaching England, he completely disappeared.

Meet the Author

Dave Duncan (1933) is an award-winning Scottish Canadian fantasy and science fiction author. He is a prolific writer of more than fifty books including West of January and Children of Chaos He is a member of SF Canada and in 2015 was inducted into the Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame.

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Past Imperative (Great Game Series #1) 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed it, and the rest of the series.
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