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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 15, 2011

"They were strange, the mountains. Rising up out of nowhere, snow-capped peaks breaking the vivid blue skyline. Not what he was used to seeing in the least. And how there could be snow up there, when it was so hot everywhere, baffled him.
The glare from the sun reflected off that snow and, when the heat rose from the valleys, the mountains seemed to drift or swim, which was the most disconcerting thing he'd ever seen."


“What would you struggle for? What’s worth fighting for?”
“Life, the next breath, the next beat of one’s heart. What else is there worth fighting for?”
‘Because I love you and I can’t get enough of you. That emotion ran deeper and deeper, like a river than had reached open plains, soft earth, and could burrow deeper now, build more force. There was no sense anymore that it would end, had to end, was better if it ended.’
“There is only one thing I want to be part of. You.”
Sergei glanced over his shoulder, then looked at Mike. “Whatever…else you think about me…whatever else…you felt…when you return home, will you at least remember me?”

He knew better than to mention it. The brother general wasn’t stupid. He would have voiced objections to the methods, but the decisions were made by the Committee back home on Liberty. The general merely made it happen. His career depended on it. Sergei’s too.I had no idea what "it" was. I know the first "it" was about not mentioning Cirokko being the worst planet to war against because of the preceding paragraph in the chapter. The last two "it"-s, however, I don't know what they are. That quoted piece needed clarification of its pronouns.
But it was impossible to think “Cirokko” without remembering other powers that had tried to take a bite out of it. The Alliance, about a hundred years ago, before it joined the Intergalactic Peace League and became non-expansionist. The League of Seven just twenty years ago. Unable to cut its losses, the League had bled itself dry in a way that it couldn’t have won anyway. But the Seven had then been swept up in the Doctrine, desperate to rebuild its morale and sense of purpose.The two quoted pieces above formed a single paragraph, the third paragraph of chapter 3 to be specific. This paragraph was overall a mishmash of incomplete thoughts, and to a larger extend represented how the story was written.
He never publicized his sexual preferences. That aspect had never influenced the execution of his duties, his professional ethics or his employment. He refused to give that part of himself enough power to influence anything. It had no bearing on any of it, and anyone who thought otherwise would be proven wrong.Right. *rolls eyes* Let's see, he created a plan to seduce a rape victim for intel. He ended up falling with the rape-victim/enemy Sergei. He risked his cover to protect Sergei. Upon rescuing Sergei, he got captured by the enemy. Afterwards, he was tortured and imprisoned until Sergei rescued him. Yeah, right, Mike was soooo believable as a competent spy. /sarcasm
by Andra Sashner.
by Sonny and Ais





…Sergei hadn't imagined he could be in so much pain. And it didn't stop, just wrenched him, twisted him, made him gasp and maybe scream. If he could scream, he did, but he didn't know. The pain seared and burned, dug into him with a million claws, everywhere, every part of his body, and he thought he'd die. He couldn't possibly survive this. His heart would stop…

All he knew was that he'd do just about anything to keep the man's spirits up. Because when they weren't, seeing it caused him physical pain.Sergei can't help but be drawn to Mike, who is the only person to show him true intimacy and be concerned for him as a lover should.
"What you do..." His defenses had been pulled down, and he couldn't care, either. It had to be a mistake admitting this. "It's...all new." And I want it. I didn't know it existed, but I want it so bad.




, Sergei pales in comparison to the heroes of that story.