All I knew about Warhammer 40,000 was that it involved grown men collecting and painting miniature game pieces. I assume some game play is involved. What I did not know is that there were quite a few spin-offs, and a load of novels involved.
Mitchel Scanlon’s Fifteen Hours is one of those novels, and my little brother thought I should read it. Which I did. Apparently, some 38,000 years from now, a company of Imperial Guardsmen will get dropped on the wrong planet. Right in the middle of a war zone. Average life expectancy of the new fish down there? You guessed it. Just fifteen hours.
So. Uhm. Well, the book wasn’t a complete waste of time. It’s entertaining enough, but not what I’d call essential reading. But at least now I know that when I find myself dropped off on the wrong planet, there’d better be no orks around. ‘Cause. you know, you might not make it out alive.
- Book read
- Mitchel Scanlon — Fifteen Hours
- First line
- The sky was dark, and he knew he was dying.