Blonde Bombshell

Zusatztext BLONDE BOMBSHELL is a clever! funny! tirelessly inventive! apocalyptic leg-hump of a book. Tom Holt may be the most imaginative satirist to land on our shores since Douglas Adams Informationen zum Autor Tom Holt's first book was published when he was just thirteen and! to his horror! he was hailed as an infant prodigy. While studying at Oxford! however! he discovered bar billiards and turned from poetry to comic fiction. Klappentext A heart-warming tale of Armageddon from one of the funniest! most original voices in comic fiction today...The third planet out from the star was blue! with green splodges. Dirt. Oh! the bomb thought. And then its courage! determination and nobility-of-spirit subroutines cut in! overriding everything else! adrenalizing its command functions and bypassing its cyberphrenetic nodes. Here goes! said the bomb to itself. Calibrate navigational pod. Engage primary thrusters. Ready auxiliary drive. It knew! in that moment! that its own doom was near; because it was giving itself orders! and it wasn't putting in any 'the's. Perfect for fans of Douglas Adams, BLONDE BOMBSHELL is the science fiction debut from Tom Holt - one of the best-loved comic writers in fantasy fiction. Zusammenfassung Perfect for fans of Douglas Adams, BLONDE BOMBSHELL is the science fiction debut from Tom Holt - one of the best-loved comic writers in fantasy fiction.

BLONDE BOMBSHELL is a clever, funny, tirelessly inventive, apocalyptic leg-hump of a book. Tom Holt may be the most imaginative satirist to land on our shores since Douglas Adams

Préface
Perfect for fans of Douglas Adams, BLONDE BOMBSHELL is the science fiction debut from Tom Holt - one of the best-loved comic writers in fantasy fiction.

Auteur
Tom Holt's first book was published when he was just thirteen and, to his horror, he was hailed as an infant prodigy. While studying at Oxford, however, he discovered bar billiards and turned from poetry to comic fiction.

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A heart-warming tale of Armageddon from one of the funniest, most original voices in comic fiction today...The third planet out from the star was blue, with green splodges. Dirt. Oh, the bomb thought. And then its courage, determination and nobility-of-spirit subroutines cut in, overriding everything else, adrenalizing its command functions and bypassing its cyberphrenetic nodes. Here goes, said the bomb to itself. Calibrate navigational pod. Engage primary thrusters. Ready auxiliary drive. It knew, in that moment, that its own doom was near; because it was giving itself orders, and it wasn t putting in any the s. That was what you did, apparently, when the moment came. You could also turn on a flashing red beacon and a siren, but mercifully these were optional. Oh #/$+! thought the bomb, and surged on towards Dirt like an avenging angel.