Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Perelló (Valencia)
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
Valentine and the Night Watch were never meant for space. They’re city guardsmen; men of horses, muskets, cold nights, and bad ale. Not the endless dark of the void.Now they’re stranded aboard a warship the size of a city, arguing with an artificial intelligence that calls itself Caesar.Unfortunately, halberds don’t help much when the enemy’s wearing armour. The Watch are out of their depth, armed with borrowed guns, facing a battle they don’t understand, and trying very hard not to break anything important.They’re not soldiers. They’re thugs with a uniform.Fortunately, they’re very good thugs.Their orders are simple: don’t die, don’t touch anything expensive, and try to look like they know what they’re doing.It’s all rather busy, really.And then the Emperor offers them a job.If they can survive long enough to take it.