By David Gunn
With Death’s Head, David Gunn rocketed onto the scene within the such a lot explosive and pleasing technological know-how fiction debut for the reason that Richard Morgan’s Altered Carbon. Now Gunn is back–and so is Sven Tveskoeg: delinquent, antihero, anti-you-name-it, a one-man killing spree whose ally is an clever handgun with a foul angle and whose worst enemy is, good, with regards to every body else.
And if Sven weren’t risky sufficient already, upload within the deadly alien parasite that is living in his throat . . . and is able to bending house and time. Then there’s the truth that Sven’s genetic make-up is barely 98.2 percentage human, the remaining being undetermined yet very likely contributing to his stronger therapeutic skills, greater power, strange agility, and outstanding sociopathic traits. the result's one heavily badass soldier with a hair-trigger mood and a chip on his shoulder the scale of a small moon. those are features that may doom a guy to legal or worse in any first rate society.
Luckily, Sven doesn’t stay in a good society. He lives within the empire of OctoV, a tyrant who's half computing device, half boy, half god, and all evil. Sven’s traits have introduced him to OctoV’s own realization and earned him a lieutenant’s fee within the Death’s Head, the elite corps of assassins and enforcers whose objective in existence is to kill and die for the larger glory of OctoV.
Sven’s new task? Lead his ragtag band of Death’s Head rejects–the Aux, brief for auxiliaries–to the bogus international of Hekati. it appears a citizen of the United loose, an empire not just vaster than OctoV’s yet way more technologically complicated, has long gone lacking there. Now it’s as much as Sven to rescue the negative soul.
But Hekati seems to be a vicious den of backstabbing and betrayal, the place not anything and nobody might be depended on, least of all of the greenhorn colonel installed cost of the challenge on the final second. It feels like someone wishes Sven Tveskoeg dead.
So what else is new?
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