Juliana Froggatt makes a living playing with words, which is always a nice thing to do. (Especially when they're someone else's.) Some of her other reviews may be found in the Archives and here.
“Full ahead, Mister Sal,” says Moore. I grit my teeth and force the Anastasis forward. The engines, the strongest of any ship I’ve ever steered, screech and whine like dying things. The nightgaunts are ten deep around us and it’s like flying through tar.
