In the very near future Joe Logan lives in a time commonly referred to as the 'Dislocation'. The price of gasoline is frightfully expensive, unemployment is in the double digits, and Essex, his home town, is as marginal and defunct as is most of the country and the planet at large. On the same evening when Logan is laid off from his job his dog, Tara, is brutally mauled by a large, hideously ugly creature Logan can only describe as a 'dog-man'. Its body is canine but the face is all too human in appearance. Strangely enough, Tara's remains are stolen in the middle of the night by figures...
In the very near future Joe Logan lives in a time commonly referred to as the 'Dislocation'. The price of gasoline is frightfully expensive, unemploym...
"As long as I continue to draw breath, my task is to put down that steel beast, Red Vengeance. If I must give chase to as far as the arctic reaches of the Finnish Gulf or across the blazing steppes to the Sea of Azov, I will hunt it down. I will remain on this side of the Dniepr until its severed hydraulics bleed and black diesel fuel gushes from its mauled, smoking hull. This is what I have sworn Are you with me, grenadiers?" With these words Captain Hans Falkenstein implores his small vulnerable unit of panzergrenadiers to swear an oath of retribution before embarking on a hellish personal...
"As long as I continue to draw breath, my task is to put down that steel beast, Red Vengeance. If I must give chase to as far as the arctic reaches of...
