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THE
BLURB
Admiral Slovo was
a man of his time, but of more than one dimension... in his sixteenth
century, a pirate might be followed by the corpse of his victim, walking
across the ocean, until putrescence claimed it. Or an interview with the
Pope might be mirrored, exactly, by one with the Devil. Reality shifts
could cause a King to see his capital city shimmer into another Realm
entirely.
Through such
scenes of macabre hallucination, mayhem and murder, Slovo is a man alone,
set apart by his stoic beliefs from the rigours of human fears and
passions. As such he was a valuable find for the Vehme, a clandestine,
subversive society that ensnared its members from an early age, securing
loyalties by the expedient methods of blackmail, bribery and barbarism.
But Slovo is more
than a Vehmist puppet, and whether as a brigand on the high seas, or
emissary to the Borgias, or as the Pope's machiavellian Mr Fix-it, he plots a course that
suits his own ends as much as those of his paymasters. He knows that, in
the words of his mentor Marcus Aurelius, 'in brief while you will be ashes
or bare bones; a name, or perhaps not even a name.' And there are few
things that cannot be solved by a stiletto in the eye.
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