They continued this deadly dance across the battlefield, played to the music of gunfire, which rattled them as much as it rattled the hulls of almost every landship in sight, and almost every one they couldn't turn quickly enough to see. Then the music took a bullet of its own, for Jacob no longer heard the song of Andil’s gun.
Nothing crushes freedom as substantially as a tank.
At the after-party of the Indy 500, I'm usually wearing jeans and a tank top.
