The Warship

Imported from: Clippings/Asher-The-Warship.md

Author: Neal Asher Source: My Clippings.txt

Highlights

[…] hard, cabled arms wrapped around his body, and hurled the both of them into the drain. As they hit the water Trike shoved at Cog’s face, hard, and the man’s grip on him slipped away. But the flood had taken hold and his massive strength availed him nothing – it was carrying him away from the Clade. Briefly he saw Angel and reached out to clamp a hand on the android’s arm. He still held his machete and suddenly had no reason not to use it, at all. But Angel looked into his face and suddenly his arm turned slippery. Trike lost his hold and the android slid away, buoyant and supple as a silver fish. In his rage, Trike’s grip on coherent thought deserted him and, with that, his ability to even swim. His densely packed body took him down.

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