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400 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 2008
A turbo- laser on auto sounded like the death scream of a sun. The hailing, incandescent blast pattern overtook Xeres Five PDF like a surge tide as they ran for their lives down the back street. Caught in the rolling blitz, fleeing troopers ignited and evaporated almost instantly. The onslaught levelled the entire length of the thoroughfare and ripped the ground down to fused bedrock.The very best parts relate to the stories of the ground pounders caught under the feet of the Titans; it's an unexpected facet of the book, and the awe-inspiring effects of being under six feet high, and being hunted by engines far larger than you are deftly and effectively put across:
Maki Kiner disintegrated mid- stride in a puff of ash flakes that billowed like confetti. The last thing Goland saw of Tertun was a cooked spine, skull and single shoulder blade, tumbling out of the chasing fire- wash like part of a puppet, still articulated, thrown on by the roasting fury of the attack.
Goland turned, screaming, and hurled the treacherous auspex like a discus at the great engine treading down the street behind him.
He didn’t live long enough to see if it had struck its mark. Mass laser discharge vaporised the flesh off his bones, and then, a millisecond later, over- pressure scattered his skeleton like twigs into the rain.
Cally blinked. Everything had suddenly become very real, especially her fear. She realised that the sight of the Titans had simply frozen her in mortal fascination, like prey before a predator.And as a further mark, Abnett manages to even humanize the Titan crews themselves:
Then the shields started to sing.
‘What the cog is that?’ Fairika started, unnerved.
‘The voids are scouring heavy, famulous,’ said Kalder.
‘What does that mean?’ she snapped back. During the walk out from the finishing silos, Tarses had realised that Famulous Fairika didn’t like it when the veteran crewmen used engine slang, as if she supposed she was being excluded from some engineman’s club by dint of her gender and youth.
‘It means we’re in a dry, high-static environment,’ said Tarses. ‘It charges dust on the shield auras and makes them squeal.’
The noise was indeed dismaying. It sounded as if numberless lost souls were clinging like limpets to their engine frame and bemoaning their plight, while their cold, numb fingernails furtively scratched at the hull to get in.
‘Always a bad portent when the voids sing so, isn’t that right, moderati?’ murmured Kalder ominously, winking at Tarses.
‘Stop it,’ said Tarses.
Kalder grinned and shrugged. Goading Fairika was too easy a game.
Zink hobbled over to his hut at the best full stride his old legs could manage. He took out the worn step ladder that he used for pruning the boughs of the ploin trees, and carried it back to the west wall. This execution took the best part of half an hour, and Zink had to stop and catch his breath twice. More than twice, he forgot what he was about and began to carry the ladder back to the hut. When he reached the wall, he came about, two points, low stride, west rotation, and dragged the ladder into the wet flowerbeds.
The archenemy, in his long experience, often ignored
tactical logic or strategic merit, but this was an odd choice even by the archenemy’s perverse standards.