The palace itself was fortress and home, administration center and cultural beacon, the sprawling complex four small cities within a city. At its center was a throne room for his August Highness Emperor Phaeton Torgas, a towering rotunda of glasma and steel, atop the rotunda a replica of the platinum circlet at the head of the Imperial scepter.
Inside it a cube.
The limoflitter pulled up to the gate, which swung wide onto a circular drive, a fountain dancing in the middle.
A band struck up the Imperial Anthem as Misty stepped down from the flitterlimo and was greeted by a woman who introduced herself as the interior minister. A small knot of civilians stood nearby, their presence a puzzle to Jack.
After he was introduced to her, a pleasant smile possessed her face. “Oh, you"re Jack. I
