Halo: Glasslands: Book One of the Kilo-Five Trilogy

by Karen Traviss

It’s a beautiful sunny day.

And i am an evil goose

There’s no god waiting to judge us when we die. This is our heaven or hell, the here and now, the pain or the fond memories we leave behind with the living.

The poor thing was dying. It was like shooting an autistic child.

what the fuck Halo??

Prone made odd little cooing sounds like a very distant pigeon.

The ODSTs looked up at her as if she’d said walkies to a dog. “Prepare to slip. Let’s see how Spenser’s getting on.”

walkies.