After a successful initial tour as a Marine rifleman, Lance Corporal Gracie Medicine Crow volunteers to become a scout-sniper, one of the deadliest—and most dangerous—military specialties in the United Federation Marine Corps.
Gracie comes from the Apsáalooke Nation, a people with a long history of military tradition. Small in stature and considered stunningly beautiful, she is often underestimated, but that merely drives her to be the best sniper in the Corps. Somewhat wary of her fellow snipers’ attention and interaction with her, she maintains what she considers a professional front, but one that is not as well received by others—and one that earns her the nickname of “Ice Princess.” A technically skilled sniper, Gracie feels her shooting should speak for itself. But being a scout-sniper is far more than simple marksmanship. If she wants a career in the Corps, she must learn not only teamwork, but how to be a leader of Marines.
This is the second book in the series, but each book is stand-alone and does not have to be read in conjunction with the others. The series follows two Marines and a Navy corpsman as they follow their individual career paths.
This is a highly successful book, reaching #540 on Amazon's bestseller list. Revenues are in the low five figures so far.
Lance Corporal Gracie Medicine Crow pulled herself forward a few centimeters, then slowly reached under her body with her right hand and grasped the barrel of her Windmoeller, pulling it forward as well. Centimeter by centimeter, she crept through the low scrub. Gracie had been in her stalk for over six hours, and she’d barely advanced 200 meters. She was running out of time, she knew, but she refused to panic and rush. Just another five or six meters, and she should have eyes on her target—if she’d read the map app correctly.
Gracie was in her stalk naked—not literally naked, but without a tarnkappe,[1] fractured array,[2] or any other hi-tech method for remaining unseen. A tarnkappe was a passive piece of gear, but it could hook on a plant as she advanced, making it move unnaturally, and she thought the fractured array could subconsciously grate on an observer. He might not be able to see her, but something would tell him that someone was out there.
No, Gracie had chosen to go natural, using the local vegetation, her ghillie, and very controlled and thought-out movement to escape detection. Others thought she was a throwback, an anachronism, but it was her ass on the line, and so it was her choice to make.
She resisted uncovering the scout-sniper wrist PA she was wearing. She knew time was running out, but she was most vulnerable at the end of a stalk, and she could fail her mission with an untimely mistake, such as taking the camo covering off the PA (even if only for a moment).
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Portuguese
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Translated by Johann Pires
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Translated by Mario Israel Ruiz
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Author review: Very easy to work with. Good job! |
