"Remic's writing makes Marilyn Manson's lyrics look like they're written by a little girl in a flowery dress. This is hardcore. Trick, slick and dangerous. Military SF for a new generation!"- K. J. Peters.
"I can't believe I married this sicko!"- Mrs Remic.
Keenan fired his weapon, the Makarov
thumping his fist as he charged Mr Max; who met the charge head-on and they
clashed, bouncing from one another in a flurry of blows and bullets. Keenan
was knocked away, but rolled fast, finding his feet, his gun lost, and
attacked with all his power and might, the attack filled with the
frustration of a mission halted journey abated revenge unquenched and his
arms were pistons his fists pile-drivers as he smashed blow after bloody
blow against Max’s pulverised skull knocking the Seed Hunter back and back
and back; Keenan launched himself, boots spreading Mr Max’s lips across his
face, splintering teeth, and as Max hit the ground Keenan was atop him, a
small blade between his knuckles. He was snarling, animal face filled with
rage hot fury in his eyes and all humanity sympathy empathy gone in a
violent red blinding surge of something he could not comprehend. With the
dagger he punched out Max’s eyes watched the milky fluid pop and spurt
across the Seed Hunter’s face but Max did not scream, did not cry out and
behind, behind those eyes those fake eyes Keenan looked down fell down into
a million minute glittering globes and he realised deep inside his soul that
Mr Max was so far from human to be beyond understanding and his punch dagger
slammed Max’s throat cutting deep and sideways, severing the main artery in
a gout of warm human blood but it was fake all fake and false and inside
Keenan could sense this charade this petty ersatz production and a snap of
imminent danger went click like a detonation trigger inside his head.
WAR MACHINE an extract.
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Available 5th November 2007 in trade paperback, UK , USA and Canada. Published by SOLARIS Books.
First Review Here!
'Every once in a while a novel comes along
that surprises the hell out of you. That was the case with “War Machine” by
Andy Remic. All I really knew about the book going in was that is was
classified as military science fiction and that it was the fourth novel by
an author I had never heard of. So imagine my surprise when “War Machine”
became my favorite science fiction novel of the year. Yes, you heard
correctly. Gary Gibson’s “Stealing Light”, Peter F. Hamilton’s “The Dreaming
Void”, Neal Asher’s “Hilldiggers”, Josh Conviser’s “Empyre”, Richard K.
Morgan’s “Black Man/Thirteen”, Matthew Jarpe’s “Radio Freefall”; “War
Machine” topped them all and no one is more shocked than I am!
Fantasy Book Critic, November 2007.
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