This is an altogether promising debut.Īre we not men? We are-well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z (2006).Ī zombie apocalypse is one thing. Leckie’s novel cast of characters serves her well-plotted story nicely. As the action picks up, one just knows there’s going to be some battering and bruising out on the shoulder of Orion. Leckie does a very good job of setting this complex equation up in not many pages, letting detail build on detail, as when Breq finds-well, let’s say “herself” for the moment-in an increasingly tangled conspiracy that involves the baddest guy of all, the even more multifaceted head honcho of the Radch. Breq, aka One Esk, aka Justice of Toren, has his/her/its work cut out for him/her/it: There’s a strange plot afoot in the far-flung Radch, and it’s about to make Breq violate the prime directive, or whatever the Radchaai call the rule that says that multisegmented, ancillary humanoids are not supposed to shoot their masters, no matter how bad their masters might be.

But when she came back-she was alive!” Debut novelist Leckie’s premise dips into the same well, only her spaceship has become, over thousands of years, a sort-of human that is also a sort-of borg made up of interchangeable-parts-bearing dead people. Those who have seen the film Event Horizon will remember that a starship that got caught up in a time-space-continuum eddy got all, well, weird-or, as its creator puts it, “hen she crossed over, she was just a ship. In which a zombie imperialist space cop gets caught up in a complex plot to-well, this enjoyable sci-fi outing gets even more complicated than all that.

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