Old enemies are back...

-->“Ravana O’Brien,” she sneered. “We meet again.”
-->“I’ll take your word on that,” said Ravana, lowering her hands. “And you are?”
-->“Lieutenant Dana of the Chinese space fleet,” she growled. “You and your fellow rebel scum caused me a great deal of trouble during the peace conference on Daode. You threw a cat in my face!” she persisted, waggling her gun.
-->“Oh, that Dana,” Ravana said wearily. “Demoted to lieutenant, eh?”

The Barnard's Star player in the holovid games is not doing well...

-->“A lark?” Maia scowled. “This place is horrible. Why did I ever agree to take part?”
-->“You craved what every contestant wants,” Nurori said solemnly. “Your five minutes of fame. You all think that appearing on the show will help your career. How many Gods of Avalon veterans have actually gone on to do great things?”
-->“It’s not like that!” Maia protested. “I’m doing this because, err...”
-->Nurori gave an infuriating smile. “Exactly.”
-->“They said I’d put Bradbury Heights and Ascension on the map!” Maia said defiantly. “Nobody pays Barnard’s Star much attention. I was told it would be good to have someone on the show from a Commonwealth world.”
-->“How’s that working out?” asked Hreidmar, a mischievous grin visible through his beard. “Are the people of Ascension basking in your glory?”

Even for the rebels of "Psyche's Seven", infiltrating Avalon is a dangerous game...

-->“A Knight of Mordred,” Brokkr remarked. “One of those dumb cyberclones viewers operate through VR from home. You need to step carefully inside this castle.”
-->“Hey, it caught me by surprise!” Galar protested. “Poetry is my weapon. A satirical song cuts deeper than a blade of steel.”
-->“Maybe you should swap your sword for your guitar,” suggested Litr.
-->“Yeah, he’d have its ears bleeding in no time,” hissed Brokkr, dashing to the door. “Galar, how on Taotie did you survive as a freedom fighter?”
-->“I was more the public-relations man. I wove the legends that made us heroes.”

And the scheming Priest Taranis has a new champion of prophecy...

-->"You must be Uttar," Ravana replied coolly. "Taranis’ new chosen one."
-->"There was no other," he retorted. "I’m aware of your past exploits. You are an anomaly, Ravana O’Brien. The so-called demon king of prophecy, led astray by unbelievers, an unholy she-devil who conversed with the greys. The thief of the holy Isa-Sastra who turned on our guide of guides. You meddled on Falsafah and here you are again!"
-->"Life has been interesting," she admitted. "And mostly not my fault."

And much, much more!

CHAPTER TITLES: Prologue: The mountain and the mammoth / An unexpected reunion / Almost famous / Ghosts in the machine / The halls of Valhalla / Fright knight at the Round Table / The god, the bad and the ugly / Monsters, murder and mystery / Between a rock and a hard place / Games without frontiers / The wonderful wizard of odd / The boy who would be king / Battle Royale / Rime of the ancient watchers / Parting of the ways.