Mission of Honor (Honor Harrington #12)
Weber tries to capture some immediacy with a lot of little sections from the ...more
Now that his new threat has found traction, Weber has left the mind-numbing recapitulations behind and forged into new plot territory. The action is varied, interwoven and galactic.
A good read.
I do like to catch up with all the books in a series. On the other hand, I hate to catch up when I'm dying to know what's gonna happen next.
Gawd, there is so much happening on so many fronts in Mission of Honor and I was so terrified at what would happen I couldn't decide if I should tear through the book or set it aside every few chapters to stave off the bad news.
While this particular story is supposedly about Honor with her diplomatic mission to ...more
The book made me happy to be back.
One of the biggest problems I was having with the series is at a certain point characters like this run out of places to go that have the same kind of action of the earlier ...more
Throughout the history ...more
On the other hand, Weber has either one or maaaybe two voices that he uses consistently for every single one of his characters' dialogue; for a book that features as many POV character ...more
although at 600 pages this is shorter than some of the recent ones.
also, the Honor Harrington plots have gone downhill since he ran out of Horatio Nelson. He should have killed her off as originally planned. Probably not the best move revenue wise, but the new books haven't been nearly as good as the older ones.
Very disappointed. I even took a break from the series before reading this one so I wouldn't be burned out.
Whelp. Everybody is sad, shocked, devastated... also sad. Did I mention shocked? Yes, also devastated. People tender their resignations for failing to see this coming. They are turned down. Does that stop them? NO! They tender those resignations again!
Also turned down.
Is there a bright side? N ...more
Too many unnecessary details. For example, I did not want to know the length, width of the missles. How many are in the ship and how fast they go under different conditions. Especially sinceI was told this for every ship in the book. This book is a fun read. If I have to study, take notes and memorize in order to understand a fun read.
Also there wer ...more
Honor Harrington, as well as being an excellent captain, markswoman, swimmer, glider pilot, teacher, stateswoman, and businesswoman also turns out to be an amazing diplomat despite having had no prior experience. Fortunately Harrington isn't actually a major part of this. Something that most of fans that have stuck this far will probably ...more
It's less focussed on Honor, too. The fact is, Honor has gotten too senior, too important and too powerful to write good stories fo ...more
Weber (Storm from the Shadows) combines realistic, engaging characters with intelligent technological projection and a deep understanding of military bureaucracy in the long-awaited 12th Honor Harrington novel. The long war between the Star Empire of Manticore and the Republic of Haven is in its death throes, and the Manties are poised to win. Honor, now a duchess and admiral of the Manticore Empire and one of the few imperial leaders to believe that the Republic's new le
The Story: The war between Manticore and Haven has come to an impasse. In the previous book, At All Costs, Haven's military has been reduced to almost nothing in their last bid to overwhelm the Manticore Space Navy. Now it is tim ...more
|Beyond Reality: MISSION OF HONOR - ROLL CALL AND FIRST IMPRESSIONS (NO SPOILERS)||20||54||Sep 24, 2013 11:43AM|
Many of his stories have military, particularly naval, themes, and fit into the military science fiction genre. He frequently places female leading characters in what have been traditionally male roles.
One of his most popular and enduring characters is Honor Harrington whose alliterated name ...more
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of mated treecats ever could. He'd seen her deal with joy and with sorrow, with happiness and with fury,
with fear, and even with despair. Yet in all the years since their very first meeting at Yeltsin's Star, he
suddenly realized, he had never actually met the woman the newsies called "the Salamander." It wasn't his
fault, a corner of his brain told him, because he'd never been in the right place to meet her. Never at the
right time. He'd never had the chance to stand by her side as she took a wounded heavy cruiser on an
unflinching deathride into the broadside of the battlecruiser waiting to kill it, sailing to her own death, and
her crew's, to protect a planet full of strangers while the rich beauty of Hammerwell's "Salute to Spring"
spilled from her ship's com system. He hadn't stood beside her on the dew-soaked grass of the Landing
City duelling grounds, with a pistol in her hand and vengeance in her heart as she faced the man who'd
bought the murder of her first great love. Just as he hadn't stood on the floor of Steadholders' Hall when
she faced a man with thirty times her fencing experience across the razor-edged steel of their swords,
with the ghosts of Reverend Julius Hanks, the butchered children of Mueller Steading, and her own
murdered steaders at her back.
But now, as he looked into the unyielding flint of his wife's beloved, almond eyes, he knew he'd met the
Salamander at last. And he recognized her as only another warrior could. Yet he also knew in that
moment that for all his own imposing record of victory in battle, he was not and never had been her
equal. As a tactician and a strategist, yes. Even as a fleet commander. But not as the very embodiment of
devastation. Not as the Salamander. Because for all the compassion and gentleness which were so much
a part of her, there was something else inside Honor Alexander-Harrington, as well. Something he himself
had never had. She'd told him, once, that her own temper frightened her. That she sometimes thought she
could have been a monster under the wrong set of circumstances.
And now, as he realized he'd finally met the monster, his heart twisted with sympathy and love, for at last
he understood what she'd been trying to tell him. Understood why she'd bound it with the chains of duty,
and love, of compassion and honor, of pity, because, in a way, she'd been right. Under the wrong
circumstances, she could have been the most terrifying person he had ever met.
In fact, at this moment, she was .
It was a merciless something, her "monster"—something that went far beyond military talent, or skills, or
even courage. Those things, he knew without conceit, he, too, possessed in plenty. But not that deeply
personal something at the core of her, as unstoppable as Juggernaut, merciless and colder than space
itself, that no sane human being would ever willingly rouse. In that instant her husband knew, with an icy
shiver which somehow, perversely, only made him love her even more deeply, that as he gazed into those
agate-hard eyes, he looked into the gates of Hell itself. And whatever anyone else might think, he knew
now that there was no fire in Hell. There was only the handmaiden of death, and ice, and purpose, and a
determination which would not— couldnot—relent or rest.
"I'll miss them," she told him again, still with that dreadful softness, "but I won't forget. I'll never forget,
and one day— oneday, Hamish—we're going to find the people who did this, you and I. And when we
do, the only thing I'll ask of God is that He let them live long enough to know who's killing them.”