A fortieth-century explosive mine looked like nothing much in particular except possibly a chunk of meteorite. It would float innocuously until a ship of the proper size came within range. It then ceased to be innocuous.
Ah – the joys of mindless bedlam. I can’t find it in myself to be all clever and literary-like when reviewing a book like this. I simply can’t be that pretentious when I feel fourteen again!
As with the first book, the one thing that immediately stood out was just how grimy this future is. Spaceships rattle along like rusty wheelbarrows, belching black smoke… well OK I’m exaggerating, but you get the idea. It’s down and dirty. Which, actually, is pretty cool, considering. These novels aren’t exactly rocket science reads, so it really is all about the vibe.
The explosion crushed the Cienfuegos' cargo holds and flipped the crablike ship a full 180 degrees. Top-to-bottom, of course, since disaster never comes as a solitary guest, just as the Cienfuegos finally hit solid atmosphere.
There’s quite a bit of that going around. Mayhem, that is. This series ticks a number of boxes that should appeal to Sci-Fi testosterone junkies, such as:
- Big explosions
- Hostile environments
- Exotic worlds
- A motley assortment of Aliens
- Cartoon violence
- Space battles
- Knife fights (yes, really)
I could go on, but at this stage you likely get the drift.
Slightly amusing dialogue interlude
(1) "Leave them be," Doc suggested. "At the moment, a little spilled blood would cheer me enormously."
(2) "So we've got half the ship sealed against leaks, we're taking off with no landing gear, there's a bad fuel leak, and I haven't had a bath in a week."
At times the Sten-verse does come across as the unruly bastard child of Star Wars and The Expendables, but it’s rather easy to like these stories. If nothing else, it is one hell of an awesome guilty pleasure.
I’ve been thinking of who I can compare Sten with, and the answer likely lies somewhere between Duke Nukem and Riddick (you won’t believe how tempted I was to write Chuck Norris just now – oh hang on..?).
Totally bizarre dialogue interlude
(1) "You mean those tanks down there… are tax collectors?"
(2) "Death! Long live death!"
Every fibre of common sense I have left is screaming that I can not rate this book 4 stars. Still, I am going to! Is it a good book? Probably not. But it’s old school; it’s bad-ass; it’s unpretentious. Seriously, what’s not to like?
Sten stood in the middle of the room. It was awesome. [He] could almost feel evil flowing from the walls. In the flickering torchlight, the huge military statues loomed at him like gargoyles, about to leap through the forest of wall-hung regimental banners. It was indeed a temple—a temple for the worship of violent death.