To know me is to hate my guts.

The son of the last vicepraetor of Trisa, he is a man of much fury and possesses more lethal skill than the best assassin The League ever trained. Having barely survived the destruction of his homeworld, and his people, he might have been normal had his wife not been ripped from his arms and brutally murdered. That is the one crime he cannot and will not forgive. A self-proclaimed recluse, he never ventures out, except for one unlikely friendship that no one understands . . .