Brett Wallace is the Ninja Master. To look upon his face is to look upon death; to hear his dark whisper is to hear no more. For Brett Wallace is the "round eye," the only white man to possess the physical and mental powers of the Ninja, the ability to kill as surely and as silently as the swift sharp shuriken he throws
I remember reading these books when I was a teenager in high school one summer when I was trapped in a family friend's beach house. I know what you are thinking: "You're at the beach. How could you be trapped? Why are you reading this garbage when you are at the beach? Go surfing or sailing--get out in the damn sun!"
In my defense: This series is tailor made for beach reading. My second defense: The entire week we were at the beach it rained--non stop. When there was a break in the clouds, of course I went into the surf but 96% of the time, it dumped buckets.
So what to do?
I looked at the beach houses bookshelves & found all the books in this series. They are mindless pieces of crap that belong next to Mack Bolan books, Able Team, Death Lands or any other pulp paperback published by Golden Eagle. Yes. I read them all. One a day as a matter of fact.
If Mack Bolan didn't have his guns, took up ninja training & went all Japanese freakazoid on us, this would be his book. Wade Barker (pen name!) is to ninjas as what Don Pendleton is to special forces/black ops. Instead of Bolan, we get Brett Wallace (who has got to be an homage to karate great, Bill "Superfoot" Wallace), Ninja Master! It is action packed manly fiction. & it is so bad. But for man fiction it's tolerable--well, slightly tolerable. It had to be in my case. The beach house didn't have a t.v.--which isn't a bad thing--for if it had, I never would have had the privilege to read the brain melting, testosterone driven prose of this series. Feminists beware for men are men within these novels & women are merely their objects to be toyed with, screwed & then tossed aside! Like I said: manly fiction for manly men.
The 8 issue ninja master issues before this was awesome. Perfect combination of mens adventure, martial arts and cool amazing kills. Now after the trauma the ninja master had in the final book issue 8 he, Brett feels dead. He feels evil will never end. Even if he keeps killing the filth of society, it can't be erased. Brett is having nightmares. He thinks he is going insane. A ninja flicks a credit card like a shuriken into a neck, blooding pouring out, legs kicking. Brett is now a threat to the ninja clan and must be killed. Brett ends up in El Salvador fighting rebels and is known as daremo which means nobody in Japanese. This story is getting ridiculous. He is unloading a M16 into flesh and changing magazines faster than the human eye can see. More ridiculousness. Brett is now in a volcano which half foot long cockroaches. There are 3 more books which i have but need a break from these. The author must of started on the crack pipe as this is not fun like the first series.
Non-stop, hardcore ninja action; 1980s movie ninjas meet the Death Merchant or Mack Bolan. Not very believable, but sometimes entertaining. Barker comes up with some twisted action scenes; the battle in a tunnel covered in two feet of cockroaches was particularly disturbing. I look forward to the next installment of the Year of the Ninja Master!