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Zusatztext Praise for the Sirantha Jax novels “The world Ann Aguirre has created is a roller-coaster ride to remember.”—Christine Feehan! #1 New York Times bestselling author “Has all of the heart! soul! adventure! and sense of wonder that you could ask for.”— SF Site “Ann Aguirre is an amazing storyteller.”— Smexy Books Informationen zum Autor In her life, Ann Aguirre has been a clown, a clerk, a voice actress, and savior of stray kittens, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in sunny Mexico with her husband and two adorable children who sometimes do as they are told. Klappentext Regret nothing. Sirantha Jax has the J-gene! which permits her to "jump" faster-than-light ships through grimspace. She loves nothing more than that rush! but the star roads have to wait… Her final mission takes her to La'heng! a planet subjugated during first contact. Since then! the La'hengrin homeworld has been occupied by foreign conquerors. All that's about to change. Now! as part of a grassroots resistance! Jax means to liberate the La'hengrin. But political intrigue and guerrilla warfare are new to her! and this will be the most dangerous game she's ever played-spies and conspiracies! a war of weapons and hearts! and not everyone is guaranteed to make it out alive... One This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It’s about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing. It’s easy to say that. Harder to mean it. Sometimes I look back on the branching paths I took to wind up here, and I wonder if there was another road, an easier road, that ends somewhere else. Yet it all boils down to a promise. That’s why I’m on La’heng, after all. The La’hengrin have been enslaved too long. It’s time to change the status quo. But after six months of futile appointments and following procedure, I’m ready to tear my hair out. Instead, I sit obediently outside the legate’s office, as if this meeting will turn out any different. The Pretty Robotics assistant monitors me with discreet glances, as if the VI has been programmed to see how long people will wait before storming off in a fit of rage. So far, I’ve been here for four hours. I hear a door open and close down the hall, and I recognize the legate as he tries to slide by me. It is around lunchtime, so I push to my feet. “How lovely of you to make it a social occasion,” I purr, falling into step with Legate Flavius. He’s caught the assignment to deal with all of our appeals, which makes me think he pissed somebody off. His favorite tactic is avoidance, but since I’ve caught him, he can’t dismiss me without calling for a centurion to eject me from the premises, and I have a legal right to be here. In fact, I have some grounds for a discrimination suit since he made an appointment, then refused to honor it, as he wouldn’t do to a Nicuan citizen. “Come along, Ms. Jax,” he says with weary resignation. “Where are we going?” “There’s a place nearby that does an excellent salad, and they have truly superior wine. None of the local shite.” Fantastic, so he’s a snob, and he thinks nothing on La’heng could be as good as what they import from elsewhere. I make a note of that and walk beside him, mentally lining up my arguments. He makes polite, strained small talk on the way to the restaurant, which is atop one of the towering structures nearby. The floor rotates slowly, granting a luxurious view first of the harbor, then the governor’s palace in the distance. In Jineba, the buildings are like Terran trees, where the rings reveal their age; you can judge a structure’s age by the architectural style and which conquerors designed it. The Nicuan occupation result...
