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You can't trust your senses-and you sure as hell can't trust the ship.
The P.U.V. James Keeling has two objectives: raid enemy supply lines, and capture live specimens of a flesh-eating, warmongering alien species. The first mission is suicidal. The second might be worse.
But there's a complication. The operation unfolds in the territory of a neutral power-one whose ships escort the enemy, and whose laws forbid Keeling's crew from firing back. A single stray artillery shell could spark a second war, one the Planetary Union will not survive.
Through it all, the crew must endure the living nightmare of serving on the Crypt. Every "dive" through transdimensional space peels back another layer of reality. Crewmembers whisper of things seen in the dark, things that shouldn't exist. Stress compounds. Sanity frays. A crew of rejects, thieves, murderers, and cowards-the "best of the worst"-face death at every turn.
When even your bunkmate might try to kill you, who can you trust?
Book II of The Crypt plunges into unknowable terror, where you can't trust your own senses-and the ship itself may be the greatest threat of all.
