Every writer must seek his own Flowery Kingdom in imagination's wide demesne, and if that search can begin and end on Earth his problem has been greatly simplified.
Psychopathology has offered possible answers to why, from time to time, people in large quantities "e;see"e; strange things in the sky which manage to evade trained scientific observers, or conform to what is known about the behavior of falling or flying bodies.
David Innes returns to the hollow earth land of Pellucidar to resume the human war of independence, but he has to fight some more personal battles first.
World War II veteran Edward Bond's recuperation from a disastrous fighter plane crash takes a distinct turn for the weird when he encounters a giant wolf, a red witch, and the undeniable power of the need-fire, a portal to a world of magic and swordplay at once terribly new and hauntingly familiar.
Conan and his army walk into a bloody, treacherous trap, and Conan is condemned to a wizard's frightening dungeon, where he forges an improbable alliance with a former enemy.
Without stressing the technological aspects of the strange powers of the widely-talented ones-the psis, espers, telepaths which have been so painstakingly forecast by Stapledon, van Vogt, Weinbaum, Vance and others-Messieurs Peterson and Staub have whipped fantasy, forecasts and facts into a stirring and mentally titillating story of a too-imaginative mind.
"e;I, the Mind Spider as you name me-the deathless one, the eternally exiled, the eternally imprisoned-or so his overconfident enemies suppose-coming in.
If you ever get to drinking beer in your favorite saloon and meet a scared little guy who wants to buy you the joint, supply you with fur coats and dolls and run you for Congress-listen well!