Wrath Of Axia (The Arcadian Jihad) - Plot & Excerpts
The President-elect of the Nine Systems was satisfied. It was his first, and very lavish, public reception. The banqueting hall was bedecked with paintings that had been sourced from every part of the universe. He chuckled quietly to himself; it was such a useful word, ‘sourced’. It covered such a variety of meanings. Money was no object, taste and rarity the only arbiter of what was worthy to adorn the walls of the seat of government. Everything was of the very finest, the furnishings, the table settings, and even the livery of his servants. It was a vast room with space for two thousand, five hundred people. All of them were present, they glittered with jewels, precious fabrics and military decorations, and they were here for one reason only. To pay homage to him. He’d plotted this moment for so long. Yet if anyone discovered the truth it would all collapse and there may even be another war. But no, there wouldn’t be any war and they wouldn’t find out what he had done. He’d planned it too well.
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