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220 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1970
...And having slain my race, I was happy.He was John Daker and then he was Erekosë, he was Erekosë and then he was Ulrik Skarsol, he is the Eternal Champion, he moves through the dimensions of man when called. As Ulrik he goes to a world of ice, another Earth, an Earth at the end of its days, the sun hanging red and swollen and low in the sky. Here he is Lord of the Frozen Keep and off to Rowenarc the Obsidian City he goes, to meet the obese & evil Bishop Belphig the Lord Spiritual, to meet the ascetic & probably not-evil Shanosfane the Lord Temporal. He sleeps, he contemplates, he longs after his lost love Ermizhad and his lost world of the Eldren, he wonders why and wonders why and wonders why. He takes a strange schooner to travel the salty sea, to hunt, to befriend pirates, to finally meet the enemies of mankind, to use the ancients' old devices, to fly over seas to a fallen Moon, to solve mysteries and to protect the slowly dying cities of this sad counter-Earth. The writing is often lovely and evocative, the names are certainly striking, the ideas are striking as well. Too bad this novel drips like a faucet, drip drip drip, the pace is as glacial as the world itself, the hero is drippy as well, so much whining and mooning about and drip drip drip. I recommend this book to those lovers of literary fiction where the protagonist engages in tireless, tiresome hand-wringing and soul-searching from cover to cover. Oh the existential crisis of it all. Lovers of literary introspection, rejoice! Lovers of genre fiction, avoid! Still, the novel is a stylish one. For Moorcock completists.