Hell's HeartThey are monsters. They are legends. And they are our prey. Earth is dead. Which leaves us stuck living in atmospheric domes on planets that will kill us if we blink wrong, or run out of fuel. And by fuel I mean cerebrospinal fluid, harvested at great risk from gargantuan space monsters. I joined the hunt hoping to get paid and maybe laid, but mostly paid. And I followed a charismatic captain eager to face these beasts and to howl her defiance across