Yosi Weismann had a simple gig: Babysit a grossly irresponsible young man, who just happened to be a prince. Let His Excellency sow his wild oats. Don’t let him kill himself, or anyone else, in the process.
Piece of cake for a man of his skills. A glorified vacation. Or so it was supposed to be.
Now Yosi is marooned on a foreign world, surrounded by people whom he doesn’t understand, and hunted by enemies who literally want to eat him alive. But these are the least of his problems. Because the biggest war in living memory has set all of Known Space aflame in an instant. And if Yosi Weismann is to ever get back home, he first needs to build an army…
The author has spent some 13 years of his life involved with the thing euphemistically termed “national security”. In that time, the author has fought in two wars, commanded troops in and out of combat, helped to design high-tech weapons, worked in intelligence, and was party to many things that may be termed “adventure”. The author knows whereof he writes and has the scars to show for it. Any similarity to real persons, whether living or dead, and to real events, whether past or current, is entirely coincidental.