Fallow in Bloomington, MN

Blood spilled. A Promise broken.
And an Emperor who must die.
The Empire spans a thousand planets and has lasted ten thousand years. With every Harvest, the Emperor takes his share of crops and livestock ...
and your eldest child
, to join the Emperor's Service. However, the lives of the Harvested are far from secure. Assessed, sorted and counted on the Harvest ship, the unwanted are
adjusted
by the Counters without mercy. Trysk had escaped the Harvest ship, only to be re-captured by the Emperor's Counters on Zamir. With death on all sides, things are looking pretty bleak for Trysk ... except for the prophecy from a Seer on the Harvest ship. Well, it was more of a
command:
The Emperor must die.
And somehow, impossibly, she and Tristan were supposed to make it happen.