Three hundred years had passed since the Tyr conquered the people of Earth as they had previously overcome numerous races throughout the galaxy. In their victory they had taken the very heart out of the human race, isolating the true individualists, the geniuses, all the people who represented the hopes, dreams, and discoveries of the future, and imprisoning them in dome colonies on planets hostile to human life. There the Tyr, a race which itself shared a unified gestalt mind, had left these gifted individuals to work on projects which would, the conquerers hoped, reveal all of human kind's secrets to them.
Yet Daetrin's secret as one no scientist had ever uncovered, for down through the years he had succeeded in burying it so well that he had even hidden his real nature from himself. But, taken into custody by the Tyr, there was no longer any place left for Daetrin to run, no new name and life for him to assume. Now he would at last be forced to confront the truth about himself—and if he failed, not just Daetrin but all humans would pay the price...
No one braids multiple protagonists and apparently unrelated storylines together as seamlessly as Friedman.55
Vampire stories are not my thing. However, this is not a vampire novel. What would happen to those not Day Born in the event of alien conquest? Could they survive if removed from Earth? Why do they even exist in the first place? Add in a truly alien conquering species, the remains of a multi-species empire and humans desperate for freedom after centuries of subjugation—all carefully crafted by a master storyteller. A tale worth your precious time. This is an old novel and one of the rare, lifelong “keepers”. I reread it every year or so.55