The story circles around a "rogue planet" nicknamed Satan. This giant chunk of rock spent a billion years drifting through the absolute freezing dark of deep space, getting colder than a stone well-digger’s backside. But now, it’s hurtling dead-on toward a blazing sun. As it gets closer, all that frozen atmosphere and ice starts boiling, exploding, and brewing up titanic, devilish energies. Our main fella is David Falkayn, a space explorer who finds this crazy planet and realizes its rare mineral wealth could make him richer than Midas. He belongs to a trader team working for the Polesotechnic League—which is basically a high-tech version of the old Dutch East India Company. It's run by a bombastic, beer-guzzling, corporate mastermind named Nicholas van Rijn. Falkayn doesn't ride alone. His partners are Adzel, a fifteen-foot-tall, dragon-like alien who happens to be a peaceful Buddhist, and Chee Lan, a small, furry, feline alien who cusses like a drunken sailor and drives spaceships like a maniac. Before Falkayn can stake his claim on Satan, a secretive, sneaky alien empire called the Shenna steps out of the shadows. They kidnap Falkayn and try to brainwash him. They need Satan for their own dark purposes, and they've got an entire war armada ready to wipe out humanity to keep it. This book is a glorious celebration of the free market taking over the stars. While governments stand around chewing their fingernails and filling out paperwork, it’s the private merchants and their crazy alien buddies who roll up their sleeves and save the day. It does get a little bogged down in heavy science lectures about cold-weld chemistry and planetary physics, but it snaps right back to the action before you can lose the trail. It's pure, fun, late-60s space adventure.