Where No Man
(Including Simon and Garfunkel)
Has Gone Before
Empire of
Silence
This is the first book I’ve
read by Christopher Ruocchio. And if the Empire
of Silence is anything to go by, it certainly won’t be the last. Take a
peek at the introduction to this story:
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It was not his war.
The galaxy remembers him as a hero: the man who
burned every last alien Cielcin from the sky. They remember him as a monster:
the devil who destroyed a sun, casually annihilating four billion human
lives—even the Emperor himself—against Imperial orders.
But Hadrian was not a hero. He was not a
monster. He was not even a soldier.
On the wrong planet, at the right time, for the
best reasons, Hadrian Marlowe starts down a path that can only end in fire. He
flees his father and a future as a torturer only to be left stranded on a
strange, backwater world.
Forced to fight as a gladiator and navigate the
intrigues of a foreign planetary court, Hadrian must fight a war he did not
start, for an Empire he does not love, against an enemy he will never
understand.
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Yes, Hadrian Marlowe is a man
born to power and privilege. Yet, he sees such things as a living hell, and
yearns to break free of the shackles chaining him to an unbalanced institution
that panders to a privileged elite, while fighting a 300 year old war against
the Cielcin. The society he was born into is rigidly indoctrinated by the elitism
imposed by the Chantry, and enforced by the Emperor and his legions. Such
elitism does nothing but to rob everyday citizens of their humanity and simple
decency.
Hadrian realizes this, for he
possesses something rarely seen in this far-future empire. A conscience. He
knows things need to change and longs to travel the vast expanse of the stars
in order to seek answers to questions that should have been asked long, long
ago.
So he decides to do something
about it . . . or at least, he tries to.
As a result, he is rendered
excomminicado, his inheritance as first in line to his family’s wealth and
power simply wiped away; he’s sent into exile; sold into slavery; ends up
begging on the streets of an impoverished backwater planet; fighting as
gladiator fodder in the colosso.
And just when he’s on the
verge of throwing in the towel, discovers something that truly captures his
heart and soul: clues as to the origins of life in the universe. And far from
the rhetoric spouted by the Chantry, it isn’t anything to do with humanity. Oh
no. Something more ancient and vaster than mankind can possibly imagine once
used the cosmos as its playing ground. And humans?
Well, that remains to be
seen.
Be warned. Empire of Silence is a lengthy tome. But
it’s well worth the commitment it takes to read it. Ruocchio is an accomplished
world builder, and weaves a rich tapestry of far-future, galaxy spanning
expansion that maintains a brisk yet steady pace throughout, without losing the
personal touch.
The main characters are
detailed and credible. You can relate to – or hate – them in equal measure,
while the supporting cast, though many and varied, add attention to detail that
adds credibility to the star system spanning arena in which the story is set.
While reading, I was distinctly
reminded of the scope of Frank Herbert’s, Dune;
The scale of Arthur C. Clarkes, 2001: A
Space Odyssey; and the poignant message conveyed in Barry B. Longyear’s, Enemy Mine.
It’s great, epically
proportioned stuff, and will keep you turning the pages in your haste to find
out what happens next. (And in all honesty, it’s a great way to while away the
never-ending lockdown hours)
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