The Last Stand - Brad Ferguson
Prologue
IT WAS A BRIGHT, BEAUTIFUL MORNING, the sun blazing hot and white in a cloudless green sky. His hands clasped behind him, Kerajem zan Trikotta stood at the east window of his elaborately appointed office atop Government Tower. The seven members of the Council of Ministers sat silently in comfortable chairs around the room, each alone with his thoughts.
The ministers had been there all the previous day and through the night. They had talked endlessly of peace and war, of good and ev ...