TBR reviewer: B.H.
Mechanical-armed ex-soldier turned spaceship thief, Jacob Strand, is drawn back into a world he thought he’d left behind, when he’s framed for a gruesome multiple murder and hounded by a mysterious military unit. With the help of his best friend, and leader of the local crime syndicate, Terrick, he must face his demons and take
the fight to those who seek to destroy him.
In honesty, I liked it and the plot was unique. I would have easily given this a 5 if not for the telling. All telling and after a while it weighed down the story. Therefore, it gets a 4. The story reads like it’s over edited or maybe it’s just Mr. Slade’s writing. There's very little in the way of thoughts and emotions of the characters. If he would have added more, I think this would have been fantastic. As of now, the thoughts/emotions are either not written in and we have to guess or he speaks them aloud despite being alone in a room.
That arm was very cool though. I’d love to hit a button on my arm and be able to make coffee in the other room, lol, call me crazy but that sounds fabulous. The action was well written and I can help but really like Strand.
There is so much promise in Mr. Slade’s writing. I will read another of his novels
with the hope he improves the issue and becomes the great author that
I see between the telling cracks.
and stood to leave via the airlock, then paused to look for something to use as
a weapon. He clenched and released his hand and took a deep breath. It had taken
a long time to get used to not carrying a gun, and barring a few sticky
situations, he’d got along fine without one. The betraying voice in the back of
his head once again chimed in to remind him that on those other occasions he
hadn’t been breaking into a crime syndicate rife with armed guards.
“If the worst comes to the worst…” He closed his steel fist, releasing all
four data spikes.
The secret entrance to the compound was disguised as an old grated sewer
tunnel. Strand ran his fingers over the rusted metal of the hinges, causing
flakes of brown metal to break off. On first inspection, he couldn’t find the
terminal that the map had mentioned. He tried wrenching the gate but it didn’t
budge. He stepped back a few paces to take in the surrounding area, and a
glimmer of polished metal off to the right caught his eye. He walked over and
brushed the cascade of ivy aside to find the terminal. He punched in the code
marked on the map and winced as the grate swung open with a loud squeal. After
taking one last glance around the area, he stepped into the darkness of the
Ten paces in, the outer gate slammed shut again, casting a cross-hatch of
moonlight across the floor. Silence settled again and Strand continued onward,
his feet splashing in what he hoped was rainwater. Spotting a faint glow in the
distance, he made his way toward it only to find a keypad mounted next to an
apparent dead end. He used the light from it to check the map, but it wasn’t
mentioned anywhere. If this is a trap, I'm done for. Just on the off chance, he
punched in the code from the first panel, but nothing happened. He tried
Terrick’s birthday and this time he got a message telling him that he had one
Finding no access ports on the sleek metal box, he carefully eased the
front panel off and glanced at the circuitry inside. A variety of multicolored
cables and boards stared back at him.
“Nothing too advanced, then,” he murmured as he retrieved a stubby
screwdriver from a pocket.
With painstaking care, he unscrewed what he took to be the main circuit
board and moved it to one side, revealing another tangle of wires underneath. He
found the two he was looking for and short circuited them. A spark lit up the
area for a second, then the whir of machinery echoed along the tunnel. He turned
to watch a door swing open in what he had thought was a solid wall, flooding
light into the area. Shielding his eyes, he stepped through and found himself
stood inside Terrick’s old office. Guess this is Phillips’s now. He noticed a
familiar item on top of the desk; Terrick’s walking stick. As he tucked it into
his jacket, he spotted something even more useful. A security terminal. Strand
grinned as he flicked a data spike out.