AKA, oops.

In my recent treasure hunt at my local secondhand bookshop, I picked up Deathworld 2 by Harry Harrison and thought it sounded very interesting.

The planet was unknown… a savagely primitive place where every man had to kill every other man – or live as a slave.

The inhabitants lived in the early Bronze Age one minute, and in the early machine age the next. Technology had degenerated into a number of mysteries jealously guarded by separate brotherhoods.

But Jason dinAlt was a gambler. He realised that if he was ever going to get a winning hand in this game, the brotherhoods would need a shuffle.

Deathworld 3 was sitting on the shelf next to it, so I brought them both home and then chased down book one.

Book one was in a box of books waiting for me when I got home on Wednesday. By the looks of things, each book is about a different planet that generally tries to kill everyone on it. With Jason dinAlt the common thread amongst the books.

Book one blurb:

The planet was called Pyrrus… a strange place where all the beasts, plants and natural elements were designed for one specific purpose: to destroy man.

The settlers were supermen… twice as strong as ordinary mend and with milli-second reflexes. They had to be. For their business was murder.

It was up to Jason dinAlt, interplanetary gambler, to discover why Pyrrus had become so hostile during man’s brief habitation.

Book three blurb:

The planet was called Felicity. The name was a joke… except for those compelled to live there. Inhabiting it were beings bred for thousands of years for a single purpose: to attack and destroy.

Jason knew this. But he also knew the planet on which he lived was moving towards certain disaster. And Felicity was the only spot in the universe where ehe and his companions could survive. He thought he had worked out a perfect plan. But what awaited him on Felicity went far beyond his wildest imaginings.

I’m not expecting these to be mind-blowing or without their flaws, but they should be entertaining, or at least interesting. So why the oops? Well, it’s because apparently a few months ago I thought the same. Look what I found in my bookshelf overspill 😆.

I guess I’ll be rehoming a set.