I first encountered John Steakley when I read his novel Armor. It’s a brilliant science fiction piece about a troubled and driven man fighting as a soldier in power armor against an inhuman and terrifying enemy. It’s also about Jack Crow, a con man, and his marks. The two worlds intersect in fascinating and compelling ways. Brilliant.
I’ve been through more than a dozen copies of Armor, re-reading them until they fall apart or loaning them to friends who never return them.
I never met John Steakley, which I regret, and I wish mightily that he had written a few more books.