Seldom do I ever do book reviews. There is a cogent reason for that, being I don’t (seldom if ever) read books, and especially not fiction. Why the exception you ask? Simple: I was approached by valiant members of our SF community with the prospect of reading a recent novel by a respectful peer of mine, Clay Martin.
Clay walked the walk, talked the talk, and now he writes the book. I did say that this is a fiction novel, albeit some of the characters in this book are developed after true-to-life American heroes, men of the Special Operations community.
I would, if forced to categorize this book, put it in a class of Rambo adventures but on a more sophisticated level. The author is definitely a man very knowledgeable about long-gunning (sniper operations), and that fact is readily presented in his crafting of detailed particulars in the book. I admonish the reader not to be intimidated by esoteric nomenclatures of long guns. A simple search of internet forums will put you quickly in the know, and happy that you took the time to conduct a lookup.
As page-turners go, this book is for certain one of them, but don’t let that fool you into thinking the story is devoid of a sophisticated plot. This is not a predictable storyline, something that no avid reader wants to pine away his precious time over, rather a largely riveting span of action that starts early on and continues through to the very last line of the book.