The Empress by S. J. KincaidThe Empress by S. J. Kincaid

The Empress

byS. J. Kincaid

Hardcover | January 15, 2019

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The thrilling sequel to S.J. Kincaid’s New York Times bestselling novel, The Diabolic that called “the perfect kind of high-pressure adventure.”

It’s a new day in the Empire. Tyrus has ascended to the throne with Nemesis by his side and now they can find a new way forward—one where they don’t have to hide or scheme or kill. One where creatures like Nemesis will be given worth and recognition, where science and information can be shared with everyone and not just the elite.

But having power isn’t the same thing as keeping it, and change isn’t always welcome. The ruling class, the Grandiloquy, has held control over planets and systems for centuries—and they are plotting to stop this teenage Emperor and Nemesis, who is considered nothing more than a creature and certainly not worthy of being Empress.

Nemesis will protect Tyrus at any cost. He is the love of her life, and they are partners in this new beginning. But she cannot protect him by being the killing machine she once was. She will have to prove the humanity that she’s found inside herself to the whole Empire—or she and Tyrus may lose more than just the throne. But if proving her humanity means that she and Tyrus must do inhuman things, is the fight worth the cost of winning it?
Title:The EmpressFormat:HardcoverProduct dimensions:384 pages, 9 × 6 × 1.3 inShipping dimensions:9 × 6 × 1.3 inPublished:January 15, 2019Publisher:Simon & Schuster Books for Young ReadersLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1534409920

ISBN - 13:9781534409927

Appropriate for ages: 14


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Darkly Intense! Darkly intoxicating “The Empress” opens with Tyrus von Domitrian on the throne, engaged to Nemesis van Impyrean (a Diabolic), wanting to restore science, to search for a cure for the “malignant darkness” threatening their universe and to recognize inhuman creatures like the young woman he loves. But before Tyrus begins fulfilling his plans, he and Nemesis are faced with a civil war perpetrated by the ambitious and vengeful Senator von Pasus and the Grandiloquy (the ruling class) who are determined a Diabolic won’t sit on the throne. With few options after an attack and the kidnapping of Tyrus’s cousin, he and Nemesis set out to find the Interdict in the Sacred City hoping that he’s real so they can garner his help in making her human and bringing the powerful Domitrian scepter to life. Yet unforeseen circumstances and the Senator’s web of intrigue will find Tyrus no more than a puppet on the throne, inhumanity poisoning his mind, and Nemesis betrayed and unable save either of them from a fate worst than death. Well-developed and riveting, intensity and suspense escalate with Tyrus and Nemesis’s return from the Sacred City and their betrayal into the hands of Senator Pasus who not only wants revenge for the death of his daughter Elantra but to usurp the power held by the throne. In an atmosphere of uncertainty, fear, deadly violence and death the plot twists with discoveries like the Sacred City and the Interdict’s realization of the political mess his decrees have enhanced in the Empire as well as the rise of intolerance on Earth and the changes in humanity that sent reactionaries fleeing into space. Fast-paced and action-packed the plot flows smoothly to a startling and unsettling cliff-hanger that begs for a third book. At the heart of the story is the romance between an Emperor and a despised Diabolical, a creature with supernatural ability who’s hated by the Grandiloquay. Skilfully S.J. Kincaid deepens the love and commitment between the two only to build emotional tension when it begins to change with Senator von Pasus’s involvement as Tyrus’s mind is poisoned and Nemesis’s vulnerability makes her a willing target. Breathing life into this story are complex and powerful characters like self-disciplined, controlled and driven Tyrus von Domitrian; the honest, brave, genetically-enhanced Diabolical Nemesis van Impyrean; sensitive, kind, and well-meaning Gladdic Aton; and the once gentle, now cruel and reckless Neveni whose loss fuels her hatred and rebellion. Yet it’s the coldhearted, vengeful and conniving Senator von Pasus with his ambition and greed that brings a terrifying chill to the story. I liked “The Empress” with its dark and horrifying foreboding about the future of the Empire and the love between the Emperor and Empress. Although glued to the story I had to pause every once and a while to take a breath as their love seems futile and the future looks so hopeless.
Date published: 2018-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Completely Wrecked Me Oh God, this book... I can't even. I actually can't remember the last time a book wrecked me so hard. It legitimately just ripped out my heart and tore it to pieces in front of me. Then laughed, because why not?? Regardless of how upset I am (and I am soooooo upset––seriously, if I don't get my HEA in the next book I'm going to scream), I still can't deny that THE EMPRESS was freaking GOOD. It had everything I loved about THE DIABOLIC and more. It had all the unexpected twists (good God, the twists just never stopped), the tension, the drama, the romance, and the treachery. Gods above and below, the betrayals in this book were absolutely wicked. I'm going to lose sleep over this book, I swear. As far as the characters, I will of course say that Nemesis is a stellar lead character and watching her grow in subtle ways was really rewarding. But it was Tyrus who really changed. I did not expect his character to take the turn it did, and I'm going to bite my nails down to the quick waiting to see how things will end up for him. Make no mistake––this is a DARK book in so many senses. It's going to make you want to cry and scream. But it's worth it. This is the build-up to what will be an incredible conclusion, and as upset as I am, I have faith that all my heartache will be rewarded in the end. This is dramatic sci-fi at its best, so do not miss out!
Date published: 2017-11-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Romance and guns-a- blazing battles! I had a few small issues with this book but the ending changed everything and brought this to a solid 5 star read. As other reviews have noted it starts out slow and involves a lot of talking. The focus is mainly on world building and it gets pretty complex with explanations of the political system and all the families and their shifting alliances. There’s also a ton of detail about their religion. It’s all a bit tedious and not very exciting. I think it was taken a few steps too far and in the process was less compelling than it could have been with a faster pace. This information all becomes quite important later on though so by the end I understood why so much detail was included. There were a lot of lovey-dovey scenes between Tyrus and Nemesis so if romance is your thing you should be pleased. Romance is not my thing and I mentally rolled my eyes and hoped their happiness would soon pass. There has to be drama after all to keep us reading! I was rewarded in spades and holy crow if you are a shipper of this couple buckle up buttercup because it’s going to be a bumpy ride. I was shocked at where the story took their relationship and where the story went in general. There were so many unexpected twists and things get seriously dark. This book ends on a big cliff-hanger and I’ve seen others plea for the author to fix what she broke in this one in the next book in the series. I might be in the minority but I want everything more broken. I want more destruction, more heartache and no forgiveness. That’s right, NO FORGIVENESS. The things that were done in this book were unforgivable and I think the final book should be a guns-a-blazing battle to the death. I will be quite disappointed if there’s a redemption arc for the “bad guy.” No forgiveness, no redemption, no mercy. I sound positively Diabolic. Thank you to Simon & Schuster Canada for providing an Electronic Advance Reader Copy via NetGalley for review.
Date published: 2017-11-05

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The Empress 1 SOMEONE had poisoned me. I knew it with a single sip. That someone was about to die. I glanced around the crowded presence chamber, hoping to spot the doomed idiot who thought to poison a Diabolic. This was hardly the first attempt on my life in the harried days since Tyrus’s coronation. There’d been the young Grande Austerlitz, who tried to stab me in a surprise attack. I’d been bemused enough to tolerate his clumsy slashes for a few moments. It seemed wise to be diplomatic, so I gave him a chance. “Stop this at once,” I told him, dodging his next slash, his next. He just bared his teeth and dove at me. I sidestepped him and hooked his ankle in mine to flip his legs out from under him. He screamed out as he tried to launch himself back to his feet—so I delivered a kick to his head that broke his skull open. Days passed before the next attempt. This one had been a fanatical junior vicar. She gave away her intentions with the shout of, “Abomination!” just before she tried to pull me into the air lock with her. I tore from her grip and batted her away, knocking her into the air-lock shaft. The blast doors sealed closed behind her—clearly some automated timer she’d set up in advance—and I met her eyes in the split second before the door to space popped open behind her and vented her into the darkness. When criminals were vented to space for execution, the onlookers were supposed to turn their backs and look away. It was a gesture of deliberate disrespect. The condemned were so unworthy, even their deaths wouldn’t be watched. For this bold woman who’d attacked me, I felt a strange desire to watch her float away. She’d seen the fate of Austerlitz and still mounted a direct attack. This was the least I could do for one of such daring. There were a great many Grandiloquy who loathed me, a great many Helionics who scorned me with every righteous fiber of their being, but few were bold enough to act upon their malice. Helionics viewed creatures like me as subhumans. The “dan” in our names meant we were beneath them in status, yet now their new Emperor meant to wed me. They would have to kneel to a creature. A Diabolic. The assassination attempts weren’t a surprise to me; the infrequency of the attempts was. A mere three attempts on my life in ten days? It was actually somewhat disappointing. I welcomed the familiarity of feeling in danger. It tightened my focus, made my heart pick up a beat. My gaze swept the crowd as I drew the goblet to my lips, because surely my would-be assassin was fool enough to watch me drink this poison. Yet I realized in moments that too many eyes were fixed on me to guess which pair might belong to my poisoner. I should have realized it at once. After all, everywhere I went now, I was watched, I was scrutinized, I invited discussion and opinion. “Do they ever tire of staring?” I’d wondered the first night after the coronation, when I’d noticed the unnatural degree of scrutiny. “This is just life as a Domitrian,” Tyrus told me. So my assassin . . . There were too many candidates. The crowd for the Day of Pardon was simply too thick, and there was no guessing who’d meant to end my life. Too many of these people watching me probably wished to do it. Then a familiar pair of pale eyes met mine, and Tyrus inclined his head toward the exit, telling me silently that we needed to part ways with this company of Grandiloquy. It was time for the ceremony, which we would spend with the Excess. I dipped my head in acknowledgment. The Day of Pardon would be held in the Great Heliosphere. It was an important imperial holiday, one of the few aimed at pleasing the Excess, who lived on planets, rather than the ruling Grandiloquy space dwellers. On this day, Tyrus would enjoy the Emperor’s privilege of commuting the prison sentences of several Excess who’d converted to the Helionic faith. I aimed for the exit, knowing Tyrus would meet me there. Then my steps stilled as I passed a cluster of revelers gathered before Tyrus’s cousin and her husband. I always took note of those who flocked to the Successor Primus, Devineé. She was Tyrus’s last immediate relative and consequently heir to his throne. In my eyes, she was the greatest threat he faced. I’d damaged her mind beyond healing, so she couldn’t plot on her own behalf, but others could use her as a puppet. Had it been up to me, she’d be dead already. It was Tyrus’s decision, though. She was the last of his family, and I’d disabled her. He’d view her murder as monstrous. And then . . . Then the realization crawled into my mind: there was a weapon of murder in my hand that could not be blamed on me or traced back to me. I made up my mind. I walked over to my intended’s sole living relative. As my shadow slid over her, her foggy gaze rose to mine. “Hello, Your Eminence. Are you enjoying the festivities?” I said pleasantly, looming above her. Devineé blinked up at me dully, unable to comprehend me. I set down my goblet seemingly offhandedly, just beside hers. I made a show of unwinding my elaborate twist of currently chestnut brown hair, then arranging it anew (unnecessary with the hair stilts that arranged my locks in any style, but many women fussed over hair anyway). “Fine conversation,” I said to Devineé. “We must speak again.” Then I plucked up her goblet, leaving mine behind. And so quickly, so easily, it was done. I headed out to meet Tyrus for the ceremony, hoping that by the time it concluded, we’d hear news of it: confirmation of the death of his deadliest foe. •  •  • “You look beautiful,” Tyrus murmured to me as we neared the heliosphere. “I know,” I said. We were both wearing reflective garments of silver, interwoven with veins of liquid crystal. Though I’d gone with auburn hair and a darker skin tone, Tyrus looked the same as always, pale and lightly freckled, with clever pale eyes and light, sharply angled eyebrows crowned with tousled red hair. Just outside the Great Heliosphere, I hesitated. It wasn’t like me to be nervous, and I wasn’t, per se. . . . But I just knew I was about to commit an obscenity, marching into the Great Heliosphere and taking an honored place during the ceremony. Tyrus guessed the turn of my thoughts. He leaned in closer to me, dropping his voice. “There will be no issue with zealots today. We’re not broadcasting this live, so we can edit any incidents out of the transmission. We’ve also borrowed a vicar. This is a holiday for the Excess, so they comprise the audience. They will be more favorably disposed toward us.” He meant toward me. Of course he did. Tyrus had been careful with every move of his reign so far, since he was the sort to think ten steps ahead before making a single one. I’d been eased slowly into public life over the last weeks. First the galaxy was transmitted glimpses of me from the dramatic scene at the coronation, when Tyrus declared his love for me and embraced me before all, consigning his grandmother to death in my place. My prisoner’s garb had been modified in the transmission to a lovely, tasteful set of rags, and my unpigmented hair to a mane of effervescent gold. I looked a lost princess from a tale, not a Diabolic. The transmission was effective in one respect: Cygna had received all the blame—rightfully—for the late Emperor Randevald’s death. The galaxy received just that glimpse of me, enough to set the Excess on their planets across the empire wondering who I could be, wondering what story lay behind my appearance in public life. Tyrus believed the best way to strip a secret of its power was to glare a shining light on it from the angle of choice, to exhibit it fearlessly rather than seek to hide it. He followed up on that first glimpse by introducing me as his future Empress—and a Diabolic—at his first Convocation. Thousands gathered in person on the Valor Novus, the central starship of the Chrysanthemum, and avatars from light-years away appeared to fill the rest of the seats in the Grand Sanctum. It was the greatest chamber on the vessel and only used on such occasions as the first time a new Emperor addressed the powerful of his realm. Tyrus planted the question about me with one of his allies, and then gave his prepared answer: “My fiancée will be a symbol of the new era we begin here today. Her name is Nemesis dan Impyrean. Some will be scandalized that I have no intention of wedding a member of this Empire’s elite. I say, let them be scandalized, for I love Nemesis above any other. She is the most honest, courageous, and worthy candidate I can imagine as the Empress of this galaxy, and I know you will come to admire her as I have.” He’d had the sound dampened in certain parts of the chamber in advance, anticipating the stir of voices. Many of the traditional objectors, though, dared do nothing but cheer. Tyrus had taken Helionic prisoners at his coronation. He intended to release them now that the danger of his grandmother was past—provided their relatives in the Senate showed themselves cooperative in this transmission. Thus, those few objections were squelched, whereas sound was amplified from those allies Tyrus could count on to cheer and applaud. Every major figure in the galactic media of Eurydice received a personal message from Tyrus. He’d greeted each of them, and his words included the “coded language” indicating they were to support me cheerfully in public. Before more questions could be asked, he forged onward to his lofty hopes about restoring the sciences to tackle the menace of malignant space. This time he selectively muted the Grandiloquy so the cheering of the Excess could be heard. Airing both of his most scandalous intentions at once divided the outrage, as he’d hoped. Then, on a final note, when cheering swelled at the conclusion of his first Convocation speech, Tyrus reached out, took me by the hand, and drew me to his side to exhibit me at the very finest. Far from my natural, colorless albinism, I appeared hued with brilliant black hair and bronzed skin, stenciled with effervescent glow over the cheekbones, in a gleaming dress of cascading gold sheets. A beautiful woman, not a Diabolic. That’s how I appeared. Yet illusion could only get us so far. I knew that in my heart. Now, here we were at this first real test of whether my public image was being received as Tyrus hoped. With Excess in the audience, they’d hopefully be too amazed to find themselves at this great event to bother dwelling on who—or rather, what—I was. Tyrus and I stepped into the Great Heliosphere. I was painfully conscious of every single flicker of my lashes, every twitch of my muscles. Now that everyone knew how human I was not, it had become more essential to seem human than ever before. The crowd within the Great Heliosphere lapsed into silence as we drew into the sacred chamber of diamond and crystal, and then they were dropping to their knees, hands to their hearts in salute to the Emperor. “Rise,” Tyrus said. He never kept them lingering on their knees as Randevald had been wont to do. We moved through the parted sea of bodies, and Tyrus glimpsed Astra nu Amador, a nervous young vicar who worked for Senator von Amador. Tyrus inclined his head in silent thanks to Astra. She returned it with a smile. She was ambitious enough to see that she might become Vicar Primus if she impressed us, replacing Fustian nan Domitrian. Tyrus and Fustian had been at odds since the coronation, when Fustian refused to bless me. Fustian would not have performed this ceremony with me present. Now, as I raised my eyes to take in our surroundings, the sheer force of the light blasting in through the windows truly registered, though it cast only a faint warmth over my skin. The heliosphere was designed to refract starlight in myriad ways for services. No mirrors were needed to amplify the starlight this close to the red hypergiant star, Hephaestus, for the Ritual of Pardon. So large, so bright was Hephaestus that the distant, smaller stars of the Cosmos were drowned out against the black. The crowd would have appeared but silhouettes against the great blaze of its light, but for the glowing pigment under their skin that set their features in stark relief. I didn’t recognize any of the faces. We stood alone in the innermost circle as the Vicar Astra set about placing sacred chalices throughout the chamber. The Excess prisoners shuffled inside in a silent line. They’d all converted to the Helionic faith in prison, and they were the fortunate dozen due to be pardoned this year as reward for their penitence. Tyrus’s role in this ceremony was brief. He stepped forward, and the men and women knelt before him, displaying their pitifully bared heads, where they’d shaved away their hair to exhibit their faith. He spoke the short litany of pardon, and then the vicar took it from there. Astra moved between the converts to aid them in shedding their clothing. Then she led each of the converts by the hands to the window to position them in the glare of the sacred hypergiant. The naked men and women pressed up against the window, spreading their arms, their fingers, soaking light into every square centimeter of their skin. Tyrus took my arm, nudged me gently, and we stepped back, and back, as the vicar slowly adjusted the optics so more light from the hypergiant could seep into the chamber. Then the hypergiant’s light grew so bright, it seemed to lance into my pupils. The white skein of starlight scorched my eyes, and my hand flew up instinctively to protect my face. Through the veil over my vision, I heard the rustle of other people raising their hands to do the same. Then heat followed, a great, terrible wave of it that pummeled the air about us, stinging my skin, and I knew it was too much heat. Something was wrong. The pardoned men and women scrambled back from the windows, dark silhouettes contorting as their terrible screams knifed the air. The vicar’s garb flared ablaze and the oil chalices spouted columns of heat. I comprehended several things all at once: flames, hundreds of bodies all about me, and one exit. This was a death trap.

Editorial Reviews

"This sequel will leave readers anxiously awaiting the third installment of the series." - School Library Journal