Graveyard of Empires
In the graveyard of empires, the dead never rest—and neither do the secrets buried with them.
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In a galaxy ruled by neural implants, one child has impossible power.
When Ministry official Argus Wade discovers young Traq—a boy displaying telekinetic abilities without any technological enhancement—he knows he's found either the key to salvation or the weapon of annihilation. Others will stop at nothing to control the child.
Meanwhile, rebel leader Darius Gray ignites a fire that will consume empires. As resistance cells activate across the galaxy and fleets prepare for war, the fate of trillions hangs in the balance.
Multiple storylines span decades: a gifted child raised as a weapon, infiltrators trained as terrorists, a ship captain fighting corruption, and a political exile building a fleet in the shadows. All their paths will converge in ways none could predict.
Where empires fall, new powers rise. In the graveyard of civilizations, humanity's greatest conflict is just beginning.
Ancient alien stations stir. Children become weapons. And the galaxy will never be the same.
Book One of the Graveyard of Empires series.
This is for you if…
- You like your sci-fi expansive — empires, ships, and the quiet people caught between them.
- Tight third-person POV keeps you close to the people who matter — and far from the ones who don't.
- You're looking for a world to live in, not a single weekend read. Graveyard of Empires runs deep.
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Something was wrong with her father.
Alaina twirled his curly auburn hair between her nimble fingers, studying the back of his head from her perch atop his broad shoulders. He kept shifting his weight, bouncing on his heels the way Tommy did before opening birthday presents. His fingers drummed against her ankle in a restless rhythm she'd never known from him before. Her father was a steady man—a still man. Today he vibrated like a plucked string.
The five-year-old girl held a good vantage up here, but it also made her stick out above the masses. So many people. So many, many bodies, all clustered together with nary inches of separation. Their breath rose in pale clouds, mingling overhead.
The soccer venue was immense—over a hundred thousand people crammed past capacity, clustering against the empty stage on the central circle. People stood in aisles, on plastic seat bottoms, jostling for better positions. A gentle din of murmuring hung in the air, a million insignificant conversations.
But underneath the murmuring, a current ran. Heavy and electric, the way the air tasted before a big storm. It pressed against Alaina's skin—a tightness in the crowd, like everyone was holding their breath at once.
The overcast skies of Tellus's Hinterland Plains trapped the warmth like a wool blanket, and the air carried the faint tang of industrial smoke from the refineries along the Eastern Sea. The Hinterland communities had kept older traditions alongside the Republic's industry—grain festivals timed to the storm season's end, shared meals of storm-root stew and salt bread in communal halls that predated the refineries, a bone-deep habit of feeding strangers that had kept isolated settlements alive through bad harvests. They'd been here for hours. She would rather be playing tag with her brother Tommy or dressing dolls with her sisters, Jessie and Eva. But their father woke them up before sunrise and brought them here.
He didn't tell them why, only that it was important. That it would change the world. All of the worlds, even. She was five—her world wasn't that big and consisted of family and friends and bunnies. But the tight set of her father's jaw, the way his voice had cracked when he'd said it—those she understood without words.
And her father was never afraid.
"This is a hazardous gathering if ever there was one," Kate—Alaina's mother—said, scanning the crowd with tight-lipped worry. She was a willowy woman in a loose fitting pink blouse, her brown hair in a hasty bun. "How are we supposed to get out if something starts? The children will be trampled."
"Nothing is going to happen, Kate."
"These people are fostering rebellion." She leaned closer, her lips barely moving. "What do you think is going to happen?"
"I'm hungry," Alaina said, resting her little chin on her father's head. He reached up with his left hand and squeezed her arm.
"Won't be much longer," Carl said. "Then we'll all go to the Sunny Side for breakfast. How's that sound?"
"I want eggs," Alaina said. She loved eggs. They were her favorite thing for breakfast and Sunny Side always had the best eggs.
"Then you shall have eggs, my little princess."
"We could have just watched the speech at home," her mother said. "It's going to be shown on every channel in the country."
"It's a declaration. Not a speech."
"It's a speech. And it's tantamount to treason."
"This is going to be an auspicious day," Carl said. "The day that everything changes. The day that—"
"I know, I get it," her mom interrupted. "And I agreed to come for your sake. But the kids are freezing and we've been standing here four hours."
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Multiple storylines across decades converge in a galaxy-spanning civil war where a child with unprecedented powers, trained assassins, political exiles, and ancient alien technology collide with devastating consequences that echo across centuries.