Another wonderful additoin to the lengthening Destroyermen series. A handful of characters we met in the last book become more endearing, a new villain emerges, Silva stays ...well... Silva... and we have adventures and exploration of the familiar but new world. This book has more world buil...
This is the fifth novel in the Destroyermen series and the second one I've read. I enjoyed the first enough to buy this one and I've got the last one in the series just waiting.This continues the saga of the US Navy destroyer USS Walker that has been relocated to another world similar to Earth, b...
This is the 7th novel in the Destroyermen series. For a sequel (actually a continuation of the story) this is as good as the previous novels.This continues the saga of Captain Reddy and his intrepid destroyer 'Walker' transportered by a storm to a new Earth that is similar, but with huge differen...
Campeti crouched beside one such crate, the lead-painted lid prized off, shuffling thoughtfully through a sheaf of pages. Stites was poking around in the cluster of carefully swaddled, white-painted Baalkpan bamboo tubes protecting the ammunition, and Silva sat on the deck with one of the heavy, ...
The air was full of woodsmoke from cookfires inside the fort, but it still tasted cool and clean compared to the stale, unmoving air he’d been breathing in his buttoned-up bunker. It was good to be out and about after being laid up so long, but he still felt like hell. His fever was gone at last,...
The haze from the factories surrounding the city was blowing east, away from the bay that separated Baalkpan proper from the installation where Major I’joorka’s 1st North Borno Regiment was undergoing its final evaluation maneuvers before deployment east to join the fight against the Holy Dominio...
Certainly he had spells when one emotion or the other predominated. The unavoidable sight of his beloved Home from her new “bridge” constructed from the abbreviated “battlement” made him sad. Gone were Salissa’s three great pagodalike structures, the apartments of the wing clans. Gone as well wer...
roared Captain Jis-Tikkar, commander of Flight Operations for the 1st Naval Air Wing, as SMS Amerika got underway and began moving toward the distant, smoke-crowned harbor. His Nancy had been idling along, wallowing in the growing chop alongside the big steamer, waiting to be refueled and rearmed...
He’d slept late again, he realized with chagrin. That was two days in a row. All his life he’d risen with the sun—or before—but lately . . . He shook his head Wand rubbed his eyes. Rolling off the great, mushy cushion that served as a mattress, he stood and walked to a water basin on a table near...