Leaving a trail of dead and maimed men behind him, Blade again mounted the magnificent golden steed and rode toward the town ahead. But unknown to him, they were awaiting him, to honor and adore him. And to provide him with perhaps the greatest challenge of his life.
It had been written in the most holy of books that he who comes to Pendar riding the Golden Horse would be the Father of Pendar. The Messiah. And so it was that he was welcomed as the great and holy Pendaroth--the savior with ten times the strength of a man...a being with great and terrible power.
And so it was, also, that he made the decision to become the Pendaroth. And in so doing, to protect the great walls of Vilesh from the mighty siege machines that would destroy it. And from any soldiers who would dare to attack the walled city.
This, Richard Blade swore by his honor as a warrior, the thing most sacred to him.
typical men's fantasy adventure slog, kinda like Burroughs (Edgar, not William) with explicit sex. but it might have made a fantastic John Boorman/Sean Connery movie in the late 70s.
Three separate races, not much to differentiate between them besides national origin, are at war.
Blade finds himself the promised messiah of a people doomed by foreign and domestic threats.
A couple of brief sex scenes, then wall to wall action!
This series never fails to deliver the action.
I would classify this within the Sword and Planet subgenre. I had someone tell me the other day that these books aren't Sword and Planet fiction afterall. Well, I know the characters refer to Blade's jaunts into the unknown as dimensions, but that has yet to be proven. And everything else about the series normally falls within the criteria for Sword and Planet. I shake my head at these 'purists' that are so touchy and fussy.