Warchild by Rick Bowes

All right, this book is one of those I wish I had read as a fifteen year old. At fifteen I would have gobbled this up as I did Moorcock's Eternal Champion. A Mohawk-sporting, telepathic juvenile delinquent hops through time and dimensions to raise an army to do battle with mind parasites?

Yes. Sign me up.

Now sometimes this is a mixed bag. Often encountering something that speaks to our teen-self only increases our awareness of time's passing, and you either succumb to wistful nostalgia or get ...