The seventeenth book in C.J. Cherryh’s amazing Foreigner series. Nobody --- but nobody --- writes "first contact" stories more brilliantly than Cherryh. And this series is the culmination of her lifelong fascination with the interplay of the human and the Other.
And sometimes, unsettlingly, it's the Other that becomes more familiar, and the human that becomes --- well --- alien. Which pretty much defines Bren Cameron's balancing act, rather like those angels desperately dancing on the head of a pin.
WARNING: Don't try to pick up this series with this book, or any of the previous books. It needs to be read in order, from the beginning. Otherwise you will be utterly lost, like a shipwrecked sailor on an unknown shore. But once you get sucked in, it will be exhilarating to realize that an entire Foreigner universe awaits you.
NOW, for those who have been, like me, anxiously awaiting the next installment:
This year of restoration, with Tabini-aiji back in power, his heir Cajeiri officially recognized upon achieving his fortunate ninth birthday, the aiji-consort safely delivered of her new baby daughter, should at long last mean time to draw breath and relax, for Bren Cameron, the human paidi-aiji.
But no such luck. Cajeiri's young human associates return to the space station orbiting the earth only to find themselves pawns in the power struggles between the Mospheirans who operate the human side of the station and the 5,000 Reunion refugees rescued from kyo space. Bren and his aishid and their allies have just restored a fragile order and are working to negotiate the Reunioners resettlement on Mospheira, when an ominous visitation arrives from space.
Once again Bren must stand between species, the interpreter of intentions, the maker of agreements, the broker of peace.
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