samvara

I'm in it for the superlatives and Kinnison's immense manliness.

Bolt after bolt of quasi-solid lightning struck and struck and struck again. Q-type helices bored, gouged and searingly bit. Rods and cones, planes and shears of incredibly condensed pure force, clawed, tore and ground in mad abandon. Torpedo after torpedo, charged to the very skin with duodec, loosed its horribly detonant cargo against flinching wall-shields in such numbers and with such violence as to fill all circumambient space with an atmosphere of almost planetary density.

[swooons]

Still entertaining me with the manly men and astounding physics.

Kinnison arrives back at Earth half dead and has to be extracted from his ship and given urgent medical attention. Alas, his ship has been landed 'inert' which means that his initial velocity/vector when he went inert will be resumed when he becomes 'free.' It's more fun being a nurse in a galaxy where you have to jump into crash harnesses to match vectors with your patients!

Is terribly british and factoring in having been copyrighted in 1948 is good fun (I will forgive certain scientific and plot inconsistencies).

Oh those manly men!

I'm having an urge to read more Biggles.