![]() ![]() Is Dietz really experiencing the war differently, or is it combat madness? Trying to untangle memory from mission brief and survive with sanity intact, Dietz is ready to become a hero-or maybe a villain in war it’s hard to tell the difference.Ī worthy successor to classic stories like Downbelow Station, Starship Troopers, and The Forever War, The Light Brigade is award-winning author Kameron Hurley’s gritty time-bending take on the future of war. And Dietz’s bad drops tell a story of the war that’s not at all what the corporate brass want the soldiers to think is going on. Those who survive learn to stick to the mission brief-no matter what actually happens during combat.ĭietz, a fresh recruit in the infantry, begins to experience combat drops that don’t sync up with the platoon’s. Everyone is changed by what the corps must do in order to break them down into light. Grunts in the corporate corps get busted down into light to travel to and from interplanetary battlefronts. The Light Brigade: it’s what soldiers fighting the war against Mars call the ones who come back…different. I wanted to be counted among the heroes who gave us this better world. They said the war would turn us into light. That’s the death I want.NAMED BY PUBLISHERS WEEKLY AS A BEST BOOK OF 2019įrom the Hugo Award–winning author of The Stars Are Legion comes a brand-new science fiction thriller about a futuristic war during which soldiers are broken down into light in order to get them to the front lines on Mars. I could give back something to this world instead of taking, taking, taking. I want my bleached bones scatted across my own land, broken and sucked clean of marrow, half buried in snow and finally, finally, covered over in loam and ground to dust by the passage of time, until I am broken into fragments, the pieces of my body returned to where they came. I want a death rattle, a final breath, a body intact that can then be torn apart by scavengers, riddled with worms, my limbs dragged off to feed some family of little foxes, my guts teeming with maggots, until I am nothing but a gooey collection of juices that feeds the fungi and the oak seedlings and the wild grasses. I want to find a cool place in the woods under some old oak tree and settle down there and die as the sun comes up. When I’m old and dying, wheezing my guts out, my organs failing, I want to walk out the front door of some old farmhouse on my own land, maybe forty, fifty hectares of it. But I’ve had a long time to sit with death, now. The hero doesn’t die, can’t die, because then the story ends. ![]() We shouldn’t spend it feeding somebody else’s cause.” ![]() That is the good death, the best death, and that is the death I wish not only for myself, but for you, too. I want to find a cool place in the woods under some old oak tree and settle down there and die as the sun comes up. “When I’m old and dying, wheezing my guts out, my organs failing, I want to walk out the front door of some old farmhouse on my own land, maybe forty, fifty hectares of it. ![]()
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