Jolon Gallamor was being hunted by the same inter-galactic hunters who had slain his father. Behind him lay certain death. Ahead of him lay a universe teeming with pirates, slavers, tyrants and warriors, where all law and order had broken down, and survival was only for the fittest. Jolon Gallamor had a mother wit and an acting skill that let him play a different role on every planet. He had a strange store of knowledge from man's nearly forgotten past that he used to his bizarre advantage. And he had an implacable enemy coming closer and closer as Jolon moved ever outward in space toward the point of no return...
I can't say all that much for this one. It's a look at what could happen in our distant future. The book reminds you to love the earth but it's not totally great.
The main character in this story was too perfect. He was as the best there ever was at everything he did. The ending seemed too cheery and fast but I enjoyed the book. I would read the sequel.
There goes my winning streak for 2015. Another rescue from my Dad's old sci-fi bookshelf (though not rescued for long, as this is going from shelf straight to trash), this was just bad, bad, bad. Early '70s, pre-Star Wars sci-fi, it read like several bad Star Trek episodes - I'm talking "Space Hippies*" bad - randomly strewn together. With all the Skeggjatts, Quespodons, Lixians and Skorats, all that's missing is a Gorn! (I know - nerd alert...)
*Oh man, Space Hippies...and yes, that's Murdoch from "Rambo II" playing...space guitar? But hey, it was the '60s, baby!!