Lines of Departure (Frontlines, #2)

by Marko Kloos

Almost five years of getting our omelets folded by the Lankies, and we’ve just now graduated to light harassment. Five more years of this asymmetrical exchange, and there’ll be nothing left to defend.

“You’ve been in long enough, Grayson. Never assume malice if you can explain it with lack of planning.”

It’s too bad the only truly clever people upstairs use their smarts to screw over their own instead of coming up with better ways to kill Lankies.

The universe is falling apart around us, and we still have nothing smarter to do than to try and kill each other. I don’t have any love for the Lankies, those strange, planet-stealing, casually genocidal creatures, but in four years of constant combat against them, I’ve never seen two of their kind fight each other.