Agent black frog (6 resultados)

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. AVIATION FREMLINS Before every mechanical failure needed a committee, a manual, and a man in pressed pants pretending he had the answer, there was a simpler explanation: Fremlins. With an F. The old flyers knew them well. They were the unofficial pests of wartime aviation-the grinning little saboteurs blamed for jammed controls, missing tools, dead radios, bad starts, rough landings, loose bolts, and every engine cough that happened at exactly the worst possible moment. Some swore the name came from Fremlin beer. Others figured they were just the natural byproduct of too little sleep, too much noise, and too many hours spent trusting your life to aluminum, fuel, and prayer. Either way, the legend stuck. Fremlins weren't ten feet tall, fire-breathing monsters. They were smaller, meaner, and far more irritating. They lived in hangars, hid in toolboxes, tampered with flight gear, haunted maintenance crews, and took a special kind of joy in humiliating pilots right before takeoff. If something failed, vanished, leaked, cracked, snapped, or exploded at the exact wrong time, odds were good a Fremlin had sticky fingers on it. That is the spirit of this book. Inside these pages are 30 highly detailed, pristine line-art scenes dedicated to those little lotharios of chaos-the airborne degenerates, grease-stained goblins, and pointy-eared hoodlums of military folklore who turned every airfield into a low-grade crime scene. Grab your markers and color your way through the mischief. We draw the lines. You cross them.Welcome to Black Frog Agent. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Condición: New. Print on Demand.

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - AVIATION FREMLINS Before every mechanical failure needed a committee, a manual, and a man in pressed pants pretending he had the answer, there was a simpler explanation: Fremlins. With an F. The old flyers knew them well. They were the unofficial pests of wartime aviation-the grinning little saboteurs blamed for jammed controls, missing tools, dead radios, bad starts, rough landings, loose bolts, and every engine cough that happened at exactly the worst possible moment. Some swore the name came from Fremlin beer. Others figured they were just the natural byproduct of too little sleep, too much noise, and too many hours spent trusting your life to aluminum, fuel, and prayer. Either way, the legend stuck. Fremlins weren't ten feet tall, fire-breathing monsters. They were smaller, meaner, and far more irritating. They lived in hangars, hid in toolboxes, tampered with flight gear, haunted maintenance crews, and took a special kind of joy in humiliating pilots right before takeoff. If something failed, vanished, leaked, cracked, snapped, or exploded at the exact wrong time, odds were good a Fremlin had sticky fingers on it. That is the spirit of this book. Inside these pages are 30 highly detailed, pristine line-art scenes dedicated to those little lotharios of chaos-the airborne degenerates, grease-stained goblins, and pointy-eared hoodlums of military folklore who turned every airfield into a low-grade crime scene. Grab your markers and color your way through the mischief. We draw the lines. You cross them.Welcome to Black Frog Agent.…

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. AVIATION FREMLINS Before every mechanical failure needed a committee, a manual, and a man in pressed pants pretending he had the answer, there was a simpler explanation: Fremlins. With an F. The old flyers knew them well. They were the unofficial pests of wartime aviation-the grinning little saboteurs blamed for jammed controls, missing tools, dead radios, bad starts, rough landings, loose bolts, and every engine cough that happened at exactly the worst possible moment. Some swore the name came from Fremlin beer. Others figured they were just the natural byproduct of too little sleep, too much noise, and too many hours spent trusting your life to aluminum, fuel, and prayer. Either way, the legend stuck. Fremlins weren't ten feet tall, fire-breathing monsters. They were smaller, meaner, and far more irritating. They lived in hangars, hid in toolboxes, tampered with flight gear, haunted maintenance crews, and took a special kind of joy in humiliating pilots right before takeoff. If something failed, vanished, leaked, cracked, snapped, or exploded at the exact wrong time, odds were good a Fremlin had sticky fingers on it. That is the spirit of this book. Inside these pages are 30 highly detailed, pristine line-art scenes dedicated to those little lotharios of chaos-the airborne degenerates, grease-stained goblins, and pointy-eared hoodlums of military folklore who turned every airfield into a low-grade crime scene. Grab your markers and color your way through the mischief. We draw the lines. You cross them.Welcome to Black Frog Agent. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…