I went to Waterstones, as I expected I didn’t leave empty-handed.
Heart of Granite by James Barclay is the first book in the Blood & Fire series. It’s more sci fi than I thought it would be, (as in…completely) but that doesn’t throw me off as much as it would have years ago.
War has torn the world apart, and there are no signs that the war is going to end anytime soon. Max Halloran is a hunter-killer drake pilot of the behemoth Heart of Granite, and if you were to ask the man himself, the best of the best. He is a part of Inferno-X, and his glamorous life consists mostly of getting praise, piloting his drake Martha, fighting the enemy, and sleeping with his girlfriend. He’s living the dream and partying hard, knowing that a drake pilot’s life tends to be brief. Either you die on the wing, or you Fall. But then Max hears something he shouldn’t, something that turns his world upside down. And he refuses to let it go.
Though I never saw Rise of the Planet of the Apes, I did see Dawn of the Planet of the Apes and absolutely fell in love. There was no way I was going to miss out on War of the Planet of the Apes. I went to see it last night.
To be fair, I was never truly into Spider-Man. I’ve only seen the first two Toby Maguire movies, which were fine, I guess, but nothing mind-blowing. They mostly made me wonder why Peter looked way older than a high school kid. And the trailers for the Andrew Garfield ones just never drew me in.
I finished The Last of Us in February, but it took me until last night to finish playing the single-player DLC Left Behind. I started it pretty enthusiastically, but because – as usual – I kept dying and dying and dying and dying in the most terrible of ways, I lost my appetite for it a little bit. I also got distracted by two The Witcher III expansion packs I bought, though that is a story (review) for another time.