Ebook {Epub PDF} On Basilisk Station by David Weber

On Basilisk Station Copyright © ISBN: by David M. Weber. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO. Captain Honor Harrington, Royal Manticoran Navy, stood once more in a spacedock gallery aboard HMSS Hephaestus. Her hands were clasped behind her, and .  · On Basilisk Station (Honor Harrington, #1) by David Weber. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Start by marking “On Basilisk Station (Honor Harrington, #1)” as Want to Read: Want to Read. saving/5. On Basilisk Station (or "HH1" as it's known to the faithful) is the first installment in David Weber's cult hit Honor Harrington series, which has charmed the socks off schoolgirls and sailors alike. Honor--the heroine of this fast-paced, addictive space opera--is a polished, plucky bulldog of a naval officer, part Horatio Hornblower, part Miles Vorkosigan, part Captain Janeway, and with a razor-clawed telepathic /5(K).

Free download or read online On Basilisk Station pdf (ePUB) book. The first edition of the novel was published in April , and was written by David Weber. The book was published in multiple languages including English, consists of pages and is available in Mass Market Paperback format. The main characters of this science fiction, space story are Honor Harrington. On Basilisk Station is a tight adrenaline rush of a book, with a great heroine surrounded by a lot of good characters. Alistair McKeon is especially interesting as he's trapped in jealous resentment of Honor for most of the book, and yet Weber manages to credibly disentangle him from his prejudices before the story ends. On Basilisk Station, on the other hand, tries to take itself far too seriously for the quality of the writing, and as a result is simply bad. If you really, really need some feel-good military SF fluff and don't mind one-dimensional emotional point sources instead of characters, this book isn't worthless.

by David M. Weber. CHAPTER FOUR. And so Basilisk Station had become the punishment station of the Royal Manticoran Navy. Its dumping ground. The place it sent its. Alistair McKeon looked very different and yet utterly right, somehow, with the three gold cuff bands of a full commander and the white beret of a starship’s captain, and the destroyer Troubadour lay waiting for him, already under orders for the new, heavily reinforced Basilisk Station picket. Not a single over-aged light cruiser, but a task. There are many faults with On Basilisk Station. I'm not going to deny that. The bit where a tense action scene was interrupted for eight pages of background on the ins and outs of space travel was a particularly egregious one, and David Weber is quite frankly, to judge on this, not that good a writer at all.