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  • Audio   <Buy Now>
    January 01, 2003
    ISBN: 001429
  • Electronic   <Buy Now>
    January 01, 2003
    DOI: 67131985
  • Paperback   <Buy Now>
    April 30, 2002
    ISBN: 743435389
  • Hardcover   <Buy Now>
    May 01, 2001
    ISBN: 67131985

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Title Summary

  • Series:Empire of Man
  • First Release:May 01, 2001

THE ROYAL BRAT IS IN TROUBLE

Roger Ramius Sergei Chiang MacClintock didn't understand.

He was young, handsome, athletic, an excellent dresser, and third in line for the Throne of Man ... so why wouldn't anyone at Court trust him.

Why wouldn't even his own mother, the Empress, explain why they didn't trust him Or why the very mention of his father's name was forbidden at Court Or why his mother had decided to pack him off to a backwater planet aboard what was little more than a tramp freighter to represent her at a local political event better suited to a third assistant undersecretary of state.

It probably wasn't too surprising that someone in his position should react by becoming spoiled, self-centered, and petulant. After all, what else did he have to do with his life.

But that was before a saboteur tried to blow up his transport. Then warships of the Empire of Man's worst rivals shot the crippled vessel out of space. Then Roger found himself shipwrecked on the planet Marduk, whose jungles were full of damnbeasts, killerpillars, carnivorous plants, torrential rain, and barbarian hordes with really bad dispositions. Now all Roger has to do is hike halfway around the entire planet, then capture a spaceport from the Bad Guys, somehow commandeer a starship, and then go home to Mother for explanations.

Fortunately, Roger has an ace in the hole: Bravo Company of Bronze Battalion of The Empress's Own Regiment. If anyone can get him off Marduk alive, it's the Bronze Barbarians.

Title Dedication

  • This book is dedicated to our mothers.

    To Alice Louise Godard Weber,
    Who put up with me, taught me, edited me, believed in me, and encouraged me to believe I could be a writer... despite all evidence to the contrary. I love you. There. I said it.

    To Jane M. Ringo,
    For dragging me places I didn’t want to go and trying to make me eat stuff that would turn a monkey’s stomach. Thanks Mom. You were right.