It’s Friday afternoon. Your to-do list is on an ignored part of your desktop. You feel sleepy, and yet you can’t go home because you’re employed in an office that still sticks to the cute notion of people “going to work”. What you need is a 20-page taste of the latest Halo novel, Contact Harvest.
And if you can’t even be bothered to click that link, here’s some we stole for you.
“Two four-man squads clipped to a pair of Hornet fast-attack aircraft: compact, highwing planes that remained nimble despite the marines’ combined bulk. For close to an hour the hornets had matched the manic undulations of a volcanic plain and now—as they jerked back and forth to avoid the petrified trunks of a forest burned long ago—Staff Sergeant Avery Johnson had to work to keep his boots planted on his Hornet’s starboard landing skid.”
Shit yes. Don’t even bother to read the rest. Just buy it. Yours from Amazon UK for £5.36.