Fleet of Knives (Embers of War, #2)

by Gareth L. Powell

“If we’d sent in ground troops, we’d have lost thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands more than we did in your bombardment. Jungle warfare’s a bitch.” “That

Hiroshima

It wasn’t enough to simply look different; I’d also have to act differently. Instead of the somewhat strident captain I had been, I adopted a softer manner, a quieter tone. I gave up drinking rum and switched to chilled white wine; stopped eating Stilton and started pretending to like olives. Gave up action movies and switched to reading books.

I can think of a few who could do worse.

I had Sudak’s perceptions, and Deal’s grit. I was a combination of the best and worst in each of them—and, at the same time, something wholly new.

Synthesis

Addison looked troubled. “So,” she said, “are you the human Lucy or the ship, Lucy?” The little girl stuck out her bottom lip. “I don’t know,” she said. “A little of both, probably. With a dash of something else.”

And more synthesis