Ashes of Man (The Sun Eater, #5)

by Christopher Ruocchio

The numberless graves shone like fingers of pale fire, gleaming in the sun. Monuments not to death were they, but to glory.

It was possible to strike the planet with even a single ship, as Hauptmann had struck at Otiolo. But it violated every rule of war, man-against-man, that had held the line of civilization for so many thousand years.