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dromaeosaurids
dire necessity is the mother of industrialization.
Republic of Real People.
he finally relinquished his duffel to his orderly. He wouldn’t surrender his rifle to anyone. Ever.
Walbert Fiedler
We’ve talked about this, he inwardly groaned.
Every one of ’em figures we’re heading for the old girl’s last fight.
“Gentaa.”
“Gouverneur Militaire du Protectorat des Antilles.”
the ice was advancing, the water receding, the ice age just beginning.
“Am I ever glad to see you, sir—and that rusty old bucket you rode in on.”
We’re straight back from whuppin’ the Griks all the way back to Old Sofesshk!”
“We’ve only got four experienced pilots left fit to fly a P-40 in combat:
This thing’s differenter from a Grik zep than a Model T from a ’thirty-six Caddy limo!
that touched an inner terror in some, particularly those already prone to terrors of every sort.
The worthiest aspirations can never be fully achieved, but knowing that and trying anyway is perhaps the very purpose of life.”
CANT Z.506,
“But by all the Gods of the Alliance, if we don’t all drown, Chairman Safir, Captain Reddy, and King Scott will fight over who gets my crest for a flyswatter.”
a battleship had been damaged. A mocking backhand by the fickle fates had left it bleeding oil from a ruptured torpedo blister and slowed by a damaged propeller shaft.
Which battleship? What impact on convoy?
Gravois refrained from pointing out those “animals” had stymied them quite effectively so far,
she was the only Bretagne Class battleship the League ever had
This is it, Spanky. We’re all in, and we won’t hold anything back for later.”
When he spoke again, his tone was hard as iron.
“And to be honest, I’d hate to catch Gunny Horn’s eye that far with the new gear in Savoie, but it’s not good enough for anything past that.”
Both were firemen at heart, but Isak still basically considered engines useless leeches his precious boilers had to feed.
a . . . disturbing experience in certain ways, particularly coming from the Patriarca of the Blood Priests of Nuevo Granada, but a singular honor nevertheless.
He was even presented with a bright red feather edged in gold and told it symbolized the desire of His Supreme Holiness Himself that he press an attack at once.
Like Sandra always told him, “When in doubt, fight your ship.”
And that’s what this is: the final chapter in an old-fashioned yarn about honor versus evil, love against hate, courage conquering terror,
Global nothing, what about the fucking Triumvirate??
