The Pelagion Empire
three millennia of beauty and decay
In a galaxy shaped by ancient collisions, a three-thousand-year-old empire clings to order. Separatists burn worlds in the name of freedom while twelve shadowed Houses of matriarchs weave and betray in equal measure to preserve the Empire’s fragile peace. When a powerful leader falls, her son inherits her mantle—and a vision of collapse written in the stars. As something older stirs in the void, loyalty and cunning may not be enough to hold the galaxy together.
The Pelagion Cycle
Spanning millennia, rebellion, and the long memory of bloodlines, The Pelagion Cycle explores power, inheritance, and the ghosts that rule from the shadows. It includes the flash fiction story Queen of Swords, two companion novels in the King of Swords arc, and a collection of short fiction aboard Arianrhod Station—one of the oldest stations in the Empire, where the station AI, Arianrhod herself, is beginning to show her age... and perhaps her will.
Sebastian Warren
Once a decorated naval officer, Sebastian Warren was there when the Emperor’s son died—and nearly died along with him. Medically retired and haunted by survivor’s guilt, he never expected to inherit anything more than ghosts. But when his mother, Duchess Eden Marie Corrington Warren, is poisoned, Sebastian becomes the first man in three millennia to lead one of the shadow Houses sworn to protect the Empire.
The Houses
The Twelve Houses are covert agencies known only to the highest circles of the Empire. Each serves the Throne in secret, wielding influence through espionage, prophecy, and occasionally blood. Gifted with superhuman abilities, the Houses have always been ruled by women—an ancient tradition whose origins are buried in myth. Men may serve, but never lead… until now.
Fractures in the Empire
Centuries of corruption and quiet wars have hollowed the Empire’s foundations. Power plays between the Houses threaten open conflict, while separatist cells rise again in the outer systems. Whispers speak of darker things moving beneath the galactic veil—ancient intelligences stirring, and old gods remembering their names. The Pelagion Empire endures, but the question is for how long… and at what cost.