Our choice was simple: we could be cannon fodder, or we could be fodder. We could send our forces to fight and die (as only humans can) against a ravening horde that was literally feeding on its interstellar conquests or remain as we were virtually weaponless and third in line for servicing. Amazingly, thanks to a combination of raw valor and alien tech transfer, in the first two campaigns Terrans fought the Posleen to a standstill. The brief pause gave the survivors of the Barwhon and Diess Expeditionary Forces a chance to get some distance from the blood and misery of battle against the Posleen centaurs. With the Posleen invasion only months away these shell-shocked survivors might be the only people capable of saving the Earth from utter devastation. If the veterans have time to lick their wounds. Because the Posleen don t read schedules. this novel should cement Ringo's reputation as one of the best new practitioners of military SF. - (Publishers Weekly)"