Instead I wore my long white-blond hair down. But something hard and vicious in me took pleasure in refusing to hide. I could have cut my long locks, worn large jackets, ducked my head… my size alone could have convinced hostile eyes that I was a decently muscled male. I could have avoided trouble, if I’d tried to blend in. In this most distant and hopeless of provinces, frustration boiled in every heart, leaked through every strident voice. Misery was a constant of life on Devil’s Shade. In truth, I’d grown rather restless with boredom.

It had been months since I’d faced a threat. My steps resumed their smooth stride down the street. I felt them.Ī split second later, another pair of footsteps halted. I HAD THE MOST FAMOUS face in the galaxy, but no one recognized me. That she will rise and rally the people to topple the man who was once her truest love-and is now her fiercest enemy. They whisper of her shadow spotted in distant star systems. He has bent the Grandiloquy to their knees, and none has the power to stand against him.īut there is a muttering among the Excess. Now, the once-idealistic heir apparent has become the cruel Emperor Tyrus, wielding his authority with an iron fist, capable of destroying planets with a single word, controlling all technology with a simple thought. The woman with whom he wanted to build a new and brighter future. The woman for whom he upended the Empire. Three years ago, Tyrus Domitrian shocked the galaxy by killing the woman he swore to love forever. In the “intense and captivating” ( Kirkus Reviews) conclusion to the New York Times bestselling Diabolic series, the Empire teeters on the edge of destruction as rumors spread that Nemesis is still alive.

The diabolic nemesis