Its weapon fell limply onto the ice. A few yards away, Theo’s monster finally crumpled to the ground.
“Jesus Christ.” Theo straightened and approached the fallen creatures. “I don’t like the fact that they’re getting smarter.”
“Are they?” She holstered her weapon as they walked. “Or were we just lucky until now?”
“I especially don’t like the fact that they’re armed now.” He put the strap of his rifle over his shoulder, though he was still tense, ready for a fight. “Steward? Guliyev? How are you doing over there?”
“We brought down the third creature, but we have a problem.” Lisa’s voice. It seemed like it came from the other end of a long tunnel.
“There’s a hole in our fuel tank,” her partner, Eduard, interjected.
“Shit,” Charlie muttered. “Who’d we piss off today to deserve this kind of luck?”
Soren’s voice cut through. “Can you patch it up?”
Charlie didn’t like the long pause before Lisa’s answer. “I’m going to try. It’s not big yet. We haven’t lost too much fuel.”
“How far away are they, Soren?”
“About two miles.”
Not so far on the glider. “We’ll retrieve these weapons and be there as soon as we can. We’ve got enough juice to share in case you lose too much.”
“Is the rift clear?”
She glanced back at the fissure. “Yeah, there’s nothing…”
Her voice faded away. At the edge of the crevice, dark shadows smudged the ice. A trick of the glare, most likely, or something on her goggles. But though she didn’t move, the shadow lifted and then promptly collapsed against the icy plain.
Those weren’t optical illusions.
The smudges were gloved hands and the shadow, the unmistakable shape of a man.
I love the idea of there being worlds other than our own be they another planet, a separate dimension or some shadowy reality not quite like our own. When I read A Line in the Ice by Jamie Craig I was treated to a little bit of all of the above, or at least it seemed that way as I read the book. The book tells the story of a unit of international special operative soldiers who have been tasked with doing something no one ever really expected them to do. They must defend the world from monsters that have started emerging from a mysterious rift in the middle of Antarctica.
The soldiers are good at what they do, but they are thrown for a loop when a half dead human being emerges from the very same rift. Is this stranger friend or foe? Does the fantastic story he tells give them the key to victory or portend their doom along with the rest of the planet? How much can anyone trust someone else that they just met? Continue reading “Book Review: A Line in the Ice”