Finished The Clockwork Rocket, and have finally moved on to Champion by Marie Lu! Also finished Anne of Avonlea, so I'll probably move on to Anne of the Island next.
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I finished the books I got from your recommendations! Starship Troopers, The Clockwork Rocket, and A Talent for War:
Starship Troopers:
The Clockwork Rocket:
A Talent for War:
The Sanderstream! Very enjoyable to just have on in the background.
I'm also through the 14th RvB season. I did have a few thoughts on that, and the Chorus arc as well.
Well, I finished The Midnight Star. Not a whole lot to say about that one other than the ending was interesting. So now it's on to The Clockwork Rocket, and continuing Anne of Avonlea.
"You saw me. I may be the best where I come from, but no one on that planet, including myself, is any sort of magic user. Immediate mile-wide gap there." The closest they have is techwebs, and those things are painfully finicky.
Martin walks over to the tree he had thrown a knife at and leans against it, locking his jaw. He's an idiot. A massive idiot. Manpower doesn't not trump magic, and isn't that a thing to say? Magic's real.
His shoulder aches dully, and he absently rubs it. There's almost certainly a bruise forming there.
Okay. Get moving.
He walks over to Ayia. "I'll be honest, I'm not sure what good I am on an elite team."
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"You don't know the half of it." He still isn't sure if YTP is military. He usually tries not to think about that. Raises some questions he doesn't want answered.
"That's a double negative," he points out. "But I wasn't trying to kill you. Unless I'm otherwise ordered, my objective is to simply put an enemy combatant out of commission, and this was training, not an actual fight." He just did it again. He didn't need to say all that, did he.
"Thank you!" He calls. "I really would be careful doing that sort of thing in training. Sharp objects that suddenly freeze so that your hand slips off of them is a ticket to blood loss and nerve damage."
"Thanks. Now I know how it feels." He smiles tightly, as the throbbing in his shoulder starts to increase and old instincts rear their heads. He goes to try and see if he can tug his training knife out of the air.
The metal hits him in the chest and he stumbles.
He can't keep doing this. They're both jsut going to keep going until one of them is too tired, and it will be him. He's a physical fighter. Not a magical one.
"I yield." He mutters. That's okay. He's okay. There is nothing forcing him to keep going. This is okay.
His hand slips down. The knife doesn't.
"Next time you do that, make sure it's not a real knife!" He shouts. It would be very easy to do a lot of damage if there was an actual blade at play.
He does what he can. He goes for the full-body tackle again as Ayia attacks Fresco.