A Confusion of Princes
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Garth Nix, bestselling author of the Keys to the Kingdom series and Shade’s Children, combines space opera with a coming-of-age story in his YA novel A Confusion of Princes.
Superhuman. Immortal. Prince in a Galactic Empire. There has to be a catch….
Khemri learns the minute he becomes a Prince that princes need to be hard to kill—for they are always in danger. Their greatest threat? Other Princes. Every Prince wants to become Emperor and the surest way to do so is to kill, dishonor, or sideline any potential competitor. There are rules, but as Khemri discovers, rules can be bent and even broken.
There are also mysteries. Khemri is drawn into the hidden workings of the Empire and is dispatched on a secret mission. In the ruins of space battle, he meets a young woman, called Raine, who challenges his view of the Empire, of Princes, and of himself. But Khemri is a Prince, and even if he wanted to leave the Empire behind, there are forces there that have very definite plans for his future.
parasitical little guts in with Mektek and Bitek. The Naknuks have taken Bitek further than we have, so we do them in with Psitek and Mektek. The Deaders … it’s a bit hard to know exactly what their primary tek is since they always blow themselves up when they’re beaten, but certainly the trinity of teks works against them as well. All Imperial tek is managed and controlled by priests, who are divided into orders that worship different Aspects of the Emperor. They serve Princes in all technical
Assassins. He or she was directly assigned by the Imperial Mind and so could be entirely trusted. My Master of Assassins would help me select my other staff and vet them, an essential process. If a Prince could not depend upon their court, they would not long survive. I met my Master of Assassins in one of the temple’s reception rooms, a chamber of pleasant waterfalls paying homage to a past Emperor’s love of water features. It was a favored spot for punishment details, and as was often the
false, and I resolved that in the future, I would always try to get practical, actual experience of my own to test the downloaded learning experiences. I also spent time with Haddad talking about my immediate future, and what my strange promotion and posting actually meant. “Prince Jerrazis very likely requested your transfer to his headquarters in order to have you assassinated or killed in a duel, in retribution for the death of Commandant Huzand,” explained Haddad. “The Grand Admiral almost
that was salvaging the contents of some kind of courier vessel fitted out with hundreds of small lockboxes, demonstrated what the beam could do to one of those locks, and was in business again. This time, I kept my thoughts about my innate superiority to myself. I had to, because my jaw had swelled up so much I could barely talk. Likely the enforced silence saved my life, and I got so used to the regular routine of not talking about how great I was, burning into lockboxes, and cataloging the
Imperial Government, Colonial Government … but they all sounded like hard work, and though I had expected I would join one of them at some stage, the thought of yet more training did not appeal to me. Also, it would mean putting myself into a hierarchy of Princes where I would be the lowest of the low. It would be much more fun to simply go somewhere interesting and be a Prince at large, preferably the only one around. Then I could do whatever I wanted. “Uh, I don’t want to commit to any service