Asher Sutton held a book in his hands—it was going to be written many centuries in the future. He was going to be the author. Or was he?

It would be more controversial than anything ever written—millions would give their lives fighting for or against its principles.

How could he come to write it? Could he stop himself? Did he want to?

It made no difference; there was a war raging somewhere in the future—and both sides were going to make sure that Asher Sutton made the right decisions.