DEBT OF HONOR, OATH OF BLOOD
Since early childhood, Jofre has honored the ways of the Brotherhood. Now the illustrious order of bodyguards and assassins has cast him out in disgrace - cruelly condemning the young Shadow to wander a treacherous world alone.
But in the Stinkport, safe haven from the vilest of star-travelling scum. His true destiny awaits him in a stinking port where the vilest of star-traveling scum congregate.
For here he is bound by blood-oath to a gentle reptilian knowledge-seeker Zurzal on a perilous quest to penetrate the mysteries of time itself -
a miraculous journey that will carry them through war and evolution on far planets and deep into the Shattered Lands - a sacred duty imperiled by those who would use a window on the past to wreak havoc upon an already volatile universe.
In war and revolution - on far planets and in shattered lands - Jofre's skills and spirit will be tested in fire and in blood...as his sworn mission is threatened by a mysterious Shadow-sister whose own secret agenda could doom them all.
Jofre's chain weapons was a serpent ready to strike. There was a rising howl of sound and Jofre put his weapon into use. It twisted among the cords on the floor. He gave a jerk with full shoulder strength and the nearest of the broadcasting machines came crashing down.
Blaster beams were sweeping back and forth. There was struggling and the screaming of the women. Jofre tensed. He tightly gripped the weapon, expecting every breathless moment to be either cut down by a stass ray or fried by a blaster.
He gave a leap which carried him over the wrecking of the wires and landed behind the Holder. In a moment his arm was over the other's shoulder, brining pressure to bear on the Tssekian's throat.