Those were the words of the V'Kral general who gifted Nathan (AKA Acid Fox) the suit of alien battle armour that gave the King of the Sewers the power to defeat the treacherous Grorgroth and save humanity - or at least what was left of it.
After narrowly avoiding extinction at the hands of the merciless Nith, the human race lives to fight another day. But the Nith will return. And if the V'Kral are to be believed, they won't be the only ones.
All eyes - human and V'Kral - now turn to Nathan. But the saviour of Earth has got problems of his own. It seems controlling a piece of alien technology isn't as easy as he might have originally hoped.
And even if Nathan can achieve mastery of the battle armour, when facing up against the sheer, terrible might of the creatures now bound for Earth, will he really be able to make a difference? Or will he just be the first to fall - beaten, bloodied and broken?
Hadwin Fuller is the author of the space opera series Star Inferno. He writes sci-fi novels packed to the air seals with blaster brawls, space dogfights and misfit crews of loveable weirdos who are forced to band together to save the universe.
Like most sci-fi writers, Hadwin is the victim of a misspent youth (he blames his parents) in which his head was buried far too often in sci-fi novels and far too rarely in schoolbooks. It is from this vast expanse of wasted time that he channels his inner sci-fi writer.
Hadwin lives in Vietnam with his wife, newborn baby and robot vacuum cleaner. When he’s not pressing his eyeballs up against the display of his e-reader, Hadwin can be found blasting around town on his motorbike, loafing around in coffee shops and eating his way through every Vietnamese food they have a name for.
Our boy, Acid Fox - once King of the Sewers, but now known to the V’Kral as Toilet Lord - is trying hard to be their chosen one. Problem is, the poor man is way out of date and playing a game of ‘catch up.’ He reads as a great character, full of foibles, opinions and ballsy, if short-sighted or misguided decisions.
He’s growing up and occasionally finding it painful. There’s a ton of training montages - which I’m sure the television program that picks this up will inevitably have - which are definitely painful as he tries to get command of his new battle armour in order to save the day/Earth, which is approaching in days— no, hours!
Things are going along swimmingly, except for one thing. Acid Fox can’t follow orders for shit.
The author is like a gleeful little boy with a box full of toy soldiers and plans for hideously disfiguring, maiming or melting each in spectacular new ways. Like Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes) grown up to write the stories he knows best.
The plotting is good, the world-building centers around London, where Fuller Godzilla-stomps a few buildings, and slags a few more for good measure.
What this story can use is a bit more editorial oversight. Fuller has so many ideas and such a wicked sense of humour, it can overshadow the story he’s immediately telling. Still, I would love to be at his dinner table with a bottle of wine, sharing BS. I’m betting there would be pants-peeing.