By Lois McMaster Bujold
Following her marriage to the infamous 'Butcher of Komarr', Lord Aral Vorkosigan, Captain Cordelia Naismith has turn into an outcast on her personal international. ill of wrestle and betrayal, she is able to quiet down to a quiet existence on Barrayar, interrupted basically by means of the occasional ceremonial appearances required of the woman Vorkosigan. at the very least, that was once the plan...With the dying of the emperor, Aral has develop into Regent for the baby inheritor to the throne of Barrayar, hence making him - and his kin - a aim for traitors and malcontents. It takes yet one lapse within the consistent, lethal online game of palace intrigue for issues to head extraordinarily mistaken. An assassination try out at the younger emperor fails however the poison gasoline used does discover a sufferer: the pregnant Cordelia. the girl Vorkosigan herself is unhurt, however the fuel heavily impacts the expansion and improvement in their unborn baby, Miles. Irreparable cell-damage signifies that the inheritor to accommodate Vorkosigan is born with bones which are, and should consistently be, unnaturally brittle, and he'll by no means stand taller than his mother's shoulder. yet what he lacks in energy, the younger Miles greater than makes up for in spirit. Neither Aral nor Cordelia might be able to bet the half their fragile son is destined to play sooner or later of the empire...
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The Sun was low before they were ready to set out. The headwoman and others clamored for him to stay one more night, to leave in the morning—give the girl one more night with her mother. But the girl would be safe at night, Mendel assured them, and no marauder on the road would be so foolish that he would try to steal a child from a god. They relented at last, and as the Sun was setting, he hoisted the little girl with her backpack full of undoubtedly useless things. He left at a loping, gliding pace, not wanting to jar the poor child more than necessary as she wept silently on his shoulder.
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