Mini-Review: Caves of Ice

While this can be found as a stand-alone book your better bet, unless like me you find a copy on the cheap second hand, is to go for the Cain Omnibus which is why that's being linked to rather than the single volume.

With that out of the way what have we here? Starts out straightforward enough. Cain and the Valhalla 597th are deployed against an Ork invasion on an iceworld that houses a promethium (petrolium) refinery. From there it gets... complicated. Ever since I first heard of Caiphas Cain (HERO OF THE IMPERIUM!) I got hooked on the concept and eagerly await the next collected works volume (I believe it's due out end of the month actually.)

What, you might ask, is so special about Cain? Sure its the same grim dark future as seen in every other Warhammer 40000 book but in addition to Cain's own persoanlity quirks you get lots of little throwaway bits and detail that makes the world (universe?) feel like it exists more than as an excuse for little metal and plastic armies that cost a few hundred dollars to buy and hours to paint to fight eachother for the amusement of bored geeks.

Example: In the footnotes different throwaway terms get explained. We learn that Ambull supposedly taists alot like Grox but domestication attempts have universally proven disasterous since ambull are burrowing predators so attempts at importing a breeding pair only result in an infestation of highly dangerous critters that will be more than happy to eat you.

Of course since the entire series of books focuses on a Commisar (Imperium political officer with a wide reaching authority including declaring martial law, summary exicutions, decimations of a unit he's attached to, as well as beingable to requisition pretty much anything short of a starship) that not only sees himself as cowardly and wants only to keep his hide intact, but has earned a reputation for heroics and of carring for troops under his authority (so that in the frequent instnaces where he needs somebody to watch his back they'll shoot at the nightmareish nasties rather than at him) which he feels is undeserved, but ther'es some debate that he's harder on himself than would be considered reasonable I had to take a look.

Holy runon sentances Fatman!

That concept alone perked my interest enough to want to start reading. Then I got my claws dug in and Sandy Mitchell's writing style is the sort of thing that I can't put down.

Next week I hope to explore a few other hopeful writers that either have chosen to self publish or haven't yet decided what to do with their newly minted masterpieces.
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