Few survive the cage. Fewer still live to face the whipping post. But insubordinate son-of-a-bitch Sven Tveskoeg does. As this ex-sergeant in the Legion Etrangere feels the first lash fall, he sees the desert tribes attack - and watches them slaughter his comrades before his comrades can kill him…
Rescued from certain death, Sven joins the tribes. However his ruthless skills have come to the attention of an elite special ops force, the infamous Death’s Head.
They want Sven to help them out with a little ‘local difficulty’. He knows he’s a pawn in a dangerous game - and pawns have a habit of being sacrificed. But Sven’s nobody’s sacrifice. And even a pawn can checkmate a king…
Death’s Head Maximum Offence
Lieutenant Sven Tveskoeg’s genetic makeup is only 98.2 percent human.
The remainder is non-specific and could explain his enhanced healing abilities, superior strength and sociopath ic tendencies. A badass soldier with a hair-trigger temper and a moon-sized chip on his shoulder, these qualities would condemn a man in any decent society.
Luckily, Sven doesn’t live in a decent society. He lives in the empire of the tyrant OctoV: part machine, part boy, part god and all evil. Sven’s unique qualities have brought him to OctoV’s attention and earned him a commission in the Death’s Head, the elite corps dedicated to killing and dying for the greater glory of - you guessed it - OctoV.
Now Sven and his Aux squad are heading for the artificial world of Hekati. A citizen of the U/Free (an empire not only vaster than OctoV’s but also technologically superior) has gone missing and Sven and the team must find the poor, lost soul. But on Hekati, nothing and no one can be trusted. Somebody wants Sven dead, too.
Death’s Head Day of the Damned
Lieutenant Sven Tveskoeg is a killing machine whose DNA marks him out as less - or perhaps more - than human.
He’s survived everything a hostile universe can throw at him, but it’s not luck that’s kept him alive for so long. A lucky man wouldn’t be picked out of obscurity to serve in the army of his Emperor, the machine-human hybrid OctoV.
Now Sven and his squad of misfit auxiliaries are in the empire’s capital for a bit of R and R. But the emperor is missing and what begins as civil unrest soon becomes civil war as riots turn to slaughter. And behind the scheming that threatens to topple OctoV is, of course, the U/Free, a galaxy-spanning empire with the technology of gods and the morals of school children.
As anarchy takes over, Sven could just stay low and do nothing. But when has he ever done anything that sensible?
The Deaths Head books are violent, graphic, chock-full of action and sometimes a little outrageous. One of my favorite quotes from a review on the back cover is ‘So damn exciting you’ll need oxygen afterwards’ FantasyBookCritic. I think they sum up the series really well. Definitely 5 out of 5.