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Oath of Fealty

The title Oath of Fealty suggests a work centered on the concept of sworn allegiance and the obligations it entails. In historical context, an oath of fealty was a formal promise of loyalty and service made by a vassal to a lord in medieval European society. A book bearing this title would likely examine questions of duty, fidelity, and the consequences of binding promises, themes that resonate throughout literature dealing with honor, governance, and personal relationships. more

Author

Elizabeth Moon
Elizabeth Moon

Elizabeth Moon is an American science fiction author born on March 7, 1945. Her works are known for their deep themes and complex characters, spanning multiple subgenres of science fiction, including space opera, military science fiction, and post-apocalyptic worlds. more

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“An anger that Ari had never known was crashing down around her, an anger not stemming from his nauseating statements or revolting countenance, but from the knowledge of what he had done, suddenly so tangible in his presence before her. Never had she allowed herself to consider his betrayal as something so real. Never had she stopped to think about what it truly meant to her. It had all been so distant, muddled in her seven-year-old brain. But now Zaid stood there with that self-assured expression plastered upon his pale face and the reality struck Ari with incredible force, burning and boiling up until she thought she might explode from the sheer heat of it.”

“An officer had stepped forward on the other ship, and though it was difficult to hear his words from their distant position, Ari could sense that he was making some kind of demand. She watched Margeaux’s shoulders shift. Was she tensing in fear? Preparing for combat? The captain tilted her head to the side and Ari saw her lips curl, flashing bright white teeth. She was laughing.”

“Ari could feel it in her chest like an unwanted heartbeat, the sound of a broken soul thrumming unevenly, desperately against her own. As they locked in battle, she could hear it all, every beat. It was the same way it felt to have Jagger’s heart in hers, and yet so different. Their soul sounded like stuttering, like something had died and grown back wrong.”

“The pitter patter of the rain raps against the jungle rock. No thunder, just a soft drizzle. Elena gazes out from her hood into the Mega City ruins, lost and forgotten, reclaimed by overgrowing foliage. Leaves battered by raindrops rustle around her. Soon I will have to go without him, she thinks. Hidden eyes seem to watch her, then she remembers her brother’s words: Never hunt alone, especially at night.”

“The summer getting is good, but no amount of talk or trade will encourage Mary to let any of the family up the trail, not today, today is important. The tables arranged in a circle. A bell placed under a special chair in the centre. Those lucky four allowed to come are dressed all in black like Mary and her husband. Mary stands on a box staring through a wall. It was her idea to remove the eyes from the white wolf portrait. It was beautiful and if Mary had of paid she might have thought twice before putting a knife to it, but it was a gift, Tabbot's has a secret admirer.”

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