Earth Fleet never forgave Kin Roland's failure at Hellsbreach. Changed by captivity and torture, hunted by the Reapers of Hellsbreach and wanted by the Fleet, Kin hides on a lost planet near an unstable wormhole.

When a distant space battle propels a ravaged Earth Fleet Armada through the same wormhole, a Reaper follows, hunting for the man who burned his home world. Kin fights to save a mysterious native of Crashdown from the Reaper and learns there are worse things in the galaxy than those hunting him. The end is coming and he is about to pay for a sin that will change the galaxy forever.

Kin picked up binoculars from the railing and tracked the progress of each assault force and the efforts of Crater Town's people. About the time young men surrendered to Fleet troopers in seven-foot-tall armor, the space debris hit. The noise of plummeting ship parts had been minimal from a distance, but as they neared, they ripped through the air, vibrating the lighthouse. Troopers and townspeople ran for shelters, threw themselves on the ground, or gaped at the destruction. Earth exploded. Water erupted into steaming clouds of death. Fires rampaged like demons.

Kin risked a final glance toward the wormhole before descending the tower.

That's not a Fleet ship.

He jerked the binoculars up.

No military emblems. No weapons. And it's shaped like a blockade runner.

He watched the small craft drift away from the others, seeming to sneak free of the chaos. Kin didn't like the feeling in his gut. Dread hollowed him out. He thought of Reapers and stolen technology.