The diabolic

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' Game of Thrones meets The Hunger Games in space with lashings of romance' The Bookseller

A Diabolic is ruthless.
A Diabolic is powerful.
A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect.

Nemisis is a Diabolic. Created to protect a galactic Senator's daughter, Sidonia . The girl who is as much as sister as a master. There's nothing Nemesis wouldn't do to keep her safe.
But when the power-mad Emperor summons Sidonia to the galactic court as a hostage, there is only one way for Nemesis to protect her... she must become her; hiding her true abilities and pretending to be human.
As the Empire begins to fracture and rebellion looms closer, Nemesis learns there is something stronger than her deadly force: the one thing she has been told she doesn't have ­- humanity. A
And, amdist all the danger, action and intrigue, that might be the only thing that can save her, Sidonia and the entire Empire...

'A thrilling, pacy, addictive YA read' Amy Alward, author of The Potion Diaries
'Nemesis is my kind of strong female character - she fights ruthlessly, she loves to the max and she even dances brilliantly. But is she human?' Sally Green, author of Half Bad
'Epic and electrifying' Maximum Pop
' Star Wars and The Hunger Games , this high octane epic will ensnare you in its web of intrigue right up to the nail biting finale. 5/5 Stars' The South Wales Evening Post

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The Diabolic 1 SIDONIA had made a dangerous mistake. She was carving a statue out of a great stone slab. There was something mesmerizing about the swiping and flashing of her laser blade, bright against the dark window overlooking the starscape. She never aimed the blade where I expected, but somehow she always produced an image in the stone that my own imagination could never have conjured. Today it was a star gone supernova, a scene from Helionic history depicted vividly in rock. Yet one swipe of her blade had extracted too large a chunk from the base of the sculpture. I saw it at once and jumped to my feet, alarm prickling through me. The structure was no longer stable. At any moment, that entire statue was going to come crashing down. Donia knelt to study the visual effect she'd created. Oblivious to the danger. I approached quietly. I didn't want to warn her--it might startle her into jerking or jumping, and cutting herself with the laser. Better to rectify the situation myself. My steps drew me across the room. Just as I reached her, the first creak sounded, fragments of dust raining down from above her as the statue tilted forward. I seized Donia and whipped her out of the way. A great crashing exploded in our ears, dust choking the stale air of the art chamber. I wrested the laser blade from Donia's hand and switched it off. She pulled free, rubbing at her eyes. "Oh no! I didn't see that coming." Dismay slackened her face as she looked over the wreckage. "I've ruined it, haven't I?" "Forget the statue," I said. "Are you hurt?" She glumly waved off my question. "I can't believe I did that. It was going so well. . . ." With one slippered foot, she kicked at a chunk of broken stone, then sighed and glanced at me. "Did I say thanks? I didn't. Thanks, Nemesis." Her thanks did not interest me. It was her safety that mattered. I was her Diabolic. Only people craved praise. Diabolics weren't people. We looked like people, to be sure. We had the DNA of people, but we were something else: creatures fashioned to be utterly ruthless and totally loyal to a single individual. We would gladly kill for that person, and only for them. That's why the elite imperial families eagerly snatched us up to serve as lifelong bodyguards for themselves and their children, and to be the bane of their enemies. But lately, it seemed, Diabolics were doing their jobs far too well. Donia often tapped into the Senate feed to watch her father at work. In recent weeks, the Imperial Senate had begun debating the "Diabolic Menace." Senators discussed Diabolics gone rogue, killing enemies of their masters over small slights, even murdering family members of the child they were assigned to protect to advance that child's interests. We were proving more of a threat to some families than an asset. I knew the Senate must have come to a decision about us, because this morning, the Matriarch had delivered a missive to her daughter--one directly from the Emperor. Donia had taken a single look at it and then thrown herself into carving. I'd lived with her for nearly eight years. We'd virtually grown up side by side. She only grew silent and distracted like this when worried about me. "What was in the missive, Donia?" She fingered a slab of the broken statue. "Nemesis . . . they banned Diabolics. Retroactively." Retroactively. That meant current Diabolics. Like me. "So the Emperor expects you to dispose of me." Donia shook her head. "I won't do it, Nemesis." Of course she wouldn't. And then she'd be punished for it. An edge crept into my voice. "If you can't bring yourself to be rid of me, then I'll take the matter into my own hands." "I said I won't do it, Nemesis, and neither will you!" Her eyes flashed. She raised her chin. "I'll find another way." Sidonia had always been meek and shy, but it was a deceptive appearance. I'd long ago learned there was an undercurrent of steel within her. Her father, Senator von Impyrean, proved a help. He nursed a powerful animosity toward the Emperor, Randevald von Domitrian. When Sidonia pleaded for my life, a glimmer of defiance stole into the Senator's eyes. "The Emperor demands her death, does he? Well, rest easy, my darling. You needn't lose your Diabolic. I'll tell the Emperor the death has been carried out, and that will be the end of the matter." The Senator was mistaken. Like most of the powerful, the Impyreans preferred to live in isolation and socialize only in virtual spaces. The nearest Excess--those free humans scattered on planets--were systems away from Senator von Impyrean and his family. He wielded his authority over the Excess from a strategic remove. The family fortress orbited an uninhabited gas giant ringed by lifeless moons. So we were all startled weeks later when a starship arrived out of the depths of space--unannounced, unheralded. It had been dispatched by the Emperor under the pretext of "inspecting" the body of the Diabolic, but it was no mere inspector onboard. It was an Inquisitor. Senator von Impyrean had underestimated the Emperor's hostility toward the Impyrean family. My existence gave the Emperor an excuse to put one of his own agents in the Impyrean fortress. Inquisitors were a special breed of vicar, trained to confront the worst heathens and enforce the edicts of the Helionic religion, often with violence. The Inquisitor's very arrival should have terrified the Senator into obedience, but Sidonia's father still circumvented the will of the Emperor. The Inquisitor had come to see a body, so a body he was shown. It simply wasn't mine. One of the Impyreans' Servitors had been suffering from solar sickness. Like Diabolics, Servitors had been genetically engineered for service. Unlike us, they didn't need the capacity to make decisions, so they hadn't been engineered to have it. The Senator took me to the ailing Servitor's bedside and gave me the dagger. "Do what you do best, Diabolic." I was grateful he'd sent Sidonia to her chambers. I wouldn't want her to see this. I sank the dagger under the Servitor's rib cage. She didn't flinch, didn't try to flee. She gazed at me through blank, empty eyes, and then a moment later she was dead. Only then was the Inquisitor allowed to dock with the fortress. He made a cursory inspection of the body, pausing over it merely to note, "How odd. She appears . . . freshly dead." The Senator stood bristling at his shoulder. "The Diabolic has been dying of solar sickness for several weeks now. We'd just decided to end her suffering when you arrived in the system." "Contrary to what your missive said," the Inquisitor stated, swinging on him. "You claimed the death had already been carried out. Now that I see her, I wonder at her size. She's rather small for a Diabolic." "Now you question the body, too?" roared the Senator. "I tell you, she was wasting away for weeks." I watched the Inquisitor from the corner. I wore a new Servitor's gown, my size and musculature hidden beneath voluminous folds. If he saw through the ruse, then I would kill him. I hoped it wouldn't come to that. Concealing an Inquisitor's death might prove . . . complicated. "Perhaps if your family was more respectful of the Living Cosmos," the Inquisitor remarked, "your household would have been spared a ghastly affliction like solar sickness." The Senator ripped in an angry breath to reply, but at that moment the Matriarch darted forward from where she'd been lurking in the doorway. She seized her husband's arm, forestalling him. "How right you are, Inquisitor! We are immensely grateful for your insight." Her smile was gracious, for the Matriarch didn't share her husband's eagerness to defy the Emperor. She'd felt imperial wrath firsthand at a young age. Her own family had displeased the Emperor, and her mother had paid the price. Now she appeared electric with anxiety, her body quivering with eagerness to placate their guest. "I'd be ever so pleased if you'd observe our services tonight, Inquisitor. Perhaps you can note what we are doing wrong." Her tone dripped with sweetness, the sort that sounded odd in her usual acrid voice. "I would be glad to do so, Grandeé von Impyrean," replied the Inquisitor, now gracious. He reached out to draw her knuckles to his cheek. She pulled away. "I'll go make the arrangements with our Servitors. I'll take this one now. You--come." She jerked her head for me to accompany her. I didn't want to leave the Inquisitor. I wanted to watch his every movement, observe his every expression, but the Matriarch had left me no choice but to follow her as a Servitor would. Our steps brought us out of the chamber, far from the Inquisitor's sight. The Matriarch picked up her pace, and I did as well. We wound together down the corridor toward the Senator's chambers. "Madness," she muttered. "It's madness to take this risk right now! You should be lying dead before that Inquisitor, not walking here at my side!" I cast her a long, considering look. I'd gladly die for Donia, but if it came to my life or the Matriarch's, I'd put myself first. "Do you intend to tell the Inquisitor what I am?" Even as I spoke, I visualized the blow I'd use to kill her. A single strike to the back of the head. . . . No need to risk her screaming. Donia might emerge from her chambers if she heard anything. I'd hate to murder her mother in front of her. The Matriarch had the survival instinct her husband and daughter lacked. Even my mild tone sent terror skittering across her face. The next moment it vanished so swiftly that I wondered whether I'd imagined it. "Of course not. The truth would condemn us all now." So she would live. My muscles relaxed. "If you're here," she said darkly, "then you'll make yourself useful to us. You'll help me conceal my husband's work before that Inquisitor inspects his chambers." That I could do. We plunged into the Senator's study, where the Matriarch hiked up her gown and shuffled through the debris strewn about the room--blasphemous database fragments that would instantly condemn this entire family if the Inquisitor laid eyes on them. "Quickly now," she said, gesturing for me to start swiping them up. "I'll take them to the incinerator--" "Don't." Her voice was bitter. "My husband will simply use their destruction as an excuse to acquire more. We simply need to clear these from sight for now." She twisted her fingers in a crack in the wall, and the floor slid open to reveal a hidden compartment. Then she settled in the Senator's chair, fanning herself with her hand as I heaved armful after armful of shattered fragments of what looked like computer debris and data chips into the compartment. The Senator passed days in here, repairing whatever he could salvage, uploading information into his personal database. He avidly read the materials and often discussed them with Sidonia. Those scientific theories, those technological blueprints. All blasphemous. All insults against the Living Cosmos. I stashed the Senator's personal computer in with the debris, and then the Matriarch crossed to the wall again and twisted her finger in the nook. The floor slid closed. I heaved the Senator's desk over so it covered the hidden compartment. I straightened again to find the Matriarch watching me narrowly. "You would have killed me back in the hallway." Her glittering eyes challenged me to deny it. I didn't. "You know what I am, madam." "Oh yes, I do." Her lips twisted. "Monster. I know what goes on behind those cold, soulless eyes of yours. This is exactly why Diabolics have been banned--they protect one and pose a threat to all others. You must never forget that Sidonia needs me. I'm her mother." "And you must never forget that I'm her Diabolic. She needs me more." "You cannot possibly fathom what a mother means to a child." No. I couldn't. I'd never had one. All I knew was that Sidonia was safer with me than with anyone else in this universe. Even her own kin. The Matriach loosed an unpleasant laugh. "Ah, but why even debate you on this? You could no more understand family than a dog could compose poetry. No, what matters is, you and I share a cause. Sidonia is kindhearted and naive. Outside this fortress, in the wider Empire . . . perhaps a creature like you will be the very thing my daughter requires to survive. But you will never--never--speak to anyone of what we've done today." "Never." "And if anyone seems ready to find out we've spared our Diabolic, then you will take care of the problem." The very thought sent a sizzling, protective anger through me. "Without hesitation." "Even if taking care of it"--her eyes were sharp and birdlike--"starts with yourself." I didn't condescend to answer. Of course I would die for Sidonia. She was my entire universe. I loved nothing but her and valued nothing but her existence. Without her, there was no reason for me to exist. Death would be a mercy compared to that. Excerpted from The Diabolic by S. J. Kincaid All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Publishers Weekly Review

In a far future with space travel and a ruling class living mostly on orbital stations, engineered human servants called Diabolics are trained to be the best protection money can buy. Diabolics also have their brains manipulated, so they only care about the person they have been hired to protect. When the emperor outlaws Diabolics, Nemesis doesn't count on her liege, Sidonia von Impyrean, persuading her parents to hide Nemesis, rather than destroying her as ordered. More surprises come when the emperor orders Sidonia to attend him at court, intending to keep her hostage against her father's political maneuvering. Nemesis travels to the imperial court, the Chrysanthemum, in Sidonia's place, where she has to contend with sleazy politicians, attempted assaults, murder, and a mad prince. Fans of over-the-top futuristic fare like Jupiter Ascending will love the set pieces and glamour of the court, but Kincaid's (Insignia) flashy story falls short in other areas, including fairly flat villains and a romantic plot that plays out predictably. Ages 14-up. Agent: Holly Root, Waxman Leavell Literary. (Nov.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

School Library Journal Review

Gr 9 Up-Nemesis is a Diabolic. More important, she is Sidonia's Diabolic, trained to protect her at any cost. Diabolics are engineered to bond with one person and to spend their lives guarding them. They have no emotions, needs, or desires except for keeping their charges safe. Sidonia, a senator's heir, is at great risk, since her father is considered a heretic. In a galaxy where the Emperor and his family rule through fear, Nemesis will do anything to protect Sidonia, even if it means impersonating her. When Sidonia is summoned to court, Nemesis must pose as her to keep her away from the dangerous members of court. In a place filled with lies, deceit, and greed, Nemesis tries to determine who she can trust and who is an enemy. However, pretending to be fully human is starting to affect Nemesis. She is beginning to care for people other than Sidonia, although she was not created to care. Could Diabolics possibly possess the ability to love? Kincaid has crafted incredible characters who readers can relate to and care for even if they range from privileged, bratty children to creations designed to kill. The imagery used in establishing these protagonists and the complex setting will thrill the YA audience. VERDICT Fans of Marissa Meyer's "The Lunar Chronicles" will enjoy Kincaid's latest. This story of friendship, love, loss, suspense, and galactic beings will grab the attention of sci-fi fans and general readers alike.-Jessica Strefling, US Court of Appeals, Federal Circuit Library © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Booklist Review

In a future world, genetic engineering has advanced to the point that both humans and animals can be modified for specific tasks, and Nemesis is a diabolic, a superhuman built to bond to and protect a single person. When the tyrannical emperor demands that Nemesis' mistress, Sidonia, come to court as a political pawn, Nemesis pretends to be Sidonia and eventually ends up engaged to the emperor's heir. But, more important, she's feeling and thinking things that are supposedly impossible for diabolics: Can she truly be in love? This is a romance novel masquerading (successfully) as a sci-fi adventure, all while exploring what it is to question society's definition of what you are and who you should be. Getting past the author's tendency to lean a bit too hard on the obvious, the first-person narration makes the story immediate, and the political plotline could yield some thought-provoking discussion about technology and religion. It would be interesting to pair this with the movie Jupiter Ascending, for the setting and feisty heroine. HIGH-DEMAND BACKSTORY: There's lots of buzz surrounding Kincaid's new series launch, and heavy publisher promotion will further drive demand.--Welch, Cindy Copyright 2016 Booklist

Horn Book Review

Nemesis is a Diabolic: a lab-grown humanoid designed to act as bodyguard to Sidonia, a young member of the elite theocracy. When Sidonia is summoned to the Imperial Court by the corrupt Emperor, Nemesis is disguised and sent in her stead. Kincaid's space opera, full of twists and double-crosses, is a page-turner that should engage fans of dystopian fiction and romance. (c) Copyright 2017. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Book Review

A genetically engineered killing-machine bodyguard must impersonate her charge in a dangerous galactic court.A Diabolic is specially bred to be the ultimate bodyguard, then bonded with the one person that it will serve. As this results in the ruthless killing of any perceived threats, Diabolics have been bannedretroactively. Sidonia Impyrean, heir to an important seat in the Senate, cares so deeply for her Diabolic, narrator Nemesis, that her family fakes Nemesis death. When Sidonias heretic father angers the Emperor, Sidonias ordered to the Imperial Court. To protect Sidonia from being taken hostage or executed, they send Nemesis to impersonate her. Nemesis must keep her killer instincts in check to maintain the familys treasonous deception. Expanding her worldview beyond Sidoniawhom she loves unconditionallyNemesis falls into a world of contrasts: elites versus the masses; religious dogma versus science. While depicting a post-Earth society in which skin and hair color are malleable, the book critiques power and class structures. In a strong emotional storyline, Nemesis faces revelations about whether she has a soul (as Sidonia is convinced) or is just a killing machine, either a perfectly acceptable Diabolic or an abomination of a human being. In her internal crisis, she finds unlikely alliesespecially a political animal she doesnt know if she can trust in the face of such complicated intrigues. Philosophical, twisty, and addictive. (Science fiction. 13 up) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.