Angles of Attack (Frontlines, #3)

by Marko Kloos

But we are humans. We are obstinate, stubborn, belligerent, unreasonable. And we are doing what most sentient creatures do when you corner them and leave them no avenue of escape: We bare our claws and our teeth, and we go on the attack.

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens,”

When I first went into space after joining the fleet, I used to be awed by the majestic, overwhelming beauty of the sight of a planet from orbit, but these days it mostly reminds me of just how unfathomably vast the universe is, and how very tiny and insignificant we are.

This one’s going to be fun. And by fun, I mean ‘white-knuckled, pants-shitting terror.’ ”