Once there was a man named Anders Voss.
Life for a wildling is tough. Survival depends on how far you can run and how well you can hide. Dorn has run a very long way and learned to hide very well. More than that he has made a home for himself in the wastes – a land so dangerous that his enemies would not dare venture into it. His family are lost, maybe dead. He is alone. But he is…
He was a criminal. A man caught and sentenced to a lifetime in jail. And a man given a single chance to escape his sentence. They would take him, train him, and send him to the stars. And they did just that.
But they lied.
They didn't tell him that the transport would kill him. That he would die on Earth and another innocent man would be born on an alien planet. A man with his memories and his body, built from his remains. A man who would be born out of death, with its fingers gripped firmly around his soul. With his body damaged from the process, sickness stalking him, and death due to claim him soon.
But they also didn't tell him that they would send him to a world where there were aliens.