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The Valley of Creation
Science-Fiction
159 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1948
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Edmond Hamilton
1,027 books137 followersEdmond Moore Hamilton was a popular author of science fiction stories and novels throughout the mid-twentieth century. Born in Youngstown, Ohio, he was raised there and in nearby New Castle, Pennsylvania. Something of a child prodigy, he graduated high school and started college (Westminster College, New Wilmington, Pennsylvania) at the age of 14--but washed out at 17. He was the Golden Age writer who worked on Batman, the Legion of Super-Heroes, and many sci-fi books.
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April 18, 2018
One of the crowning events in the sci-fi/fantasy year 1948 was most assuredly the release of Jack Williamson's 1940 novella "Darker Than You Think" as an expanded, full-length novel; it has since gone on to be acclaimed one of the greatest fictional books on the subject of lycanthropy ever written. In it, reporter Will Barbee learns that he is a primordial shapeshifter and, in one memorable sequence, runs through the night in the form of a wolf, relishing his exhilarating swiftness and grace. But this was not the only time in 1948 that the reader was presented with such a scenario. In the July issue of the 20-cent "Startling Stories" magazine that year, Williamson's close friend and colleague, Edmond Hamilton, placed a 61-page, short novel entitled "The Valley of Creation" containing a very similar sequence. But that is where the similarity ends, and the latter work offers the reader a completely different rationale for its lead character's predicament. Hamilton's tale did not cop a front-cover illustration but was nevertheless graced by no fewer than four beautiful interior pieces of artwork by the great Virgil Finlay. As was the case with Williamson's classic, Hamilton later revised and expanded his original short novel, turning it into a full-blown novel for its release as a 1964 Ace paperback (the edition that I was fortunate enough to lay my hands on). I have perused the original 61-page affair (thanks to the wonderful Pulp Magazine Archive website) and, by my rough count, it is around 51,000 words in length, as compared to the 55,000-word expanded version; thus, an enhancement of some 4,000 words would be my guesstimate. And, as it turns out, the book is still another terrific entertainment from Edmond "The World Wrecker" Hamilton.
In "The Valley of Creation," the reader encounters a 30-year-old American mercenary/soldier of fortune named Eric Nelson, who, along with four other hard-bitten toughs, is embroiled in a petty warlord's squabbles in the desolate region of western China. (In an instance of the story's updating, Nelson is mentioned as having fought in the Korean War a decade earlier.) The quintet is soon offered a job by an individual named Shan Kar, who hails from the distant valley of L'lan, and who promises the men a huge reward in platinum if they can assist him. The team agrees and, upon reaching the valley, learns that Shan Kar is part of a group called the Humanites, who reside in the futuristic-looking, glass bubble city of Anshan. On the opposite end of the valley lies a similar-looking city called Vruun, where reside men of Shan Kar’s ilk...as well as wolves, tigers, eagles and horses with abnormally high intelligence, telepathic abilities, and the desire to attain an equal status and footing as men! No one knows how the animals of the L'lan valley have attained these abilities, although a glowing cavern north of Vruun is reputed to hold some of the answers...as well as that load of platinum. Thus, Nelson & Co. agree to wipe out the men of Vruun and the animals (the Brotherhood, as they call themselves) who would usurp the rights of humans, and later capture that legendary cavern for themselves. After a botched raid on the city of Vruun, however, Nelson is captured and subjected to one of the instruments in the possession of that city. And when he awakens, he is aghast to discover that his mind has been summarily placed into the body of Asha...a young male wolf....
Combining elements of fantasy, sword & sorcery, lost-race adventure and hard-core sci-fi into one marvelous blend, "The Valley of Creation" is written in a charming, highly readable style by pulpmaster Hamilton. Indeed, it almost comes off as a YA novel, and thus it did not surprise me to learn that some of my fellow members on Facebook's Vintage Paperback and Pulp Forum page had fond memories of the book from their youth. Though seldom discussed today, the novel does seem to be well regarded: Scottish critic David Pringle, in his "Ultimate Guide to Science Fiction," calls it a "rousing sword-and-sorcery type of tale, with an sf rationale, written in Hamilton's best pulp-magazine style" (so true!), while "The Science Fiction Encyclopedia" deems it "strongly written, combining sword and sorcery with an sf denouement" (I concur).
Hamilton offers the reader a group of well-drawn characters, both human and animal. Nelson's four comrades (one Chinese, one Cockney, one Dutchman, one ruthless and platinum-hungry fellow American) are a nicely differentiated bunch, and the human leader of the Brotherhood, Kree, and his beautiful daughter, Nsharra, make for interesting adversaries. Then there are the four animals who we get to know, each the leader of his respective clan: Tark, a remarkably cunning (and later, hugely likeable) wolf; Hatha, of the horse clan; Quorr, the leader of the tigers; and Ei, the surprisingly kindly (to Nelson, at least) head of the eagles. The book offers the reader a heartening message regarding the brotherhood of not just the human races, but between man and animal as well, and indeed, Nelson's experiences while in lupine form go far in changing his own initial, benighted outlook. This is a book that all fans of Andre Norton should greatly enjoy; another writer who advocated that interspecies brotherhood message in so many of her own works.
As mentioned, Hamilton's tale is a meld of various genres, with an emphasis on hard sci-fi by the book's conclusion. Knowing his audience's penchant for instruments of super-science as well as that indefinable "sense of wonder" in their reading material, he here gives us platinum "thought crowns," which enable men to communicate with beasts; that mental transference gizmo, with which Nelson is placed into the body of a wolf; and thought recorders, with which one can listen to another's thoughts, recorded in the far-distant past. Hamilton peppers "The Valley of Creation" with any number of colorful and exciting sequences, including Nelson's awakening in Asha's body, followed by his (understandable) shock and previously alluded to joyous sprint through the nighttime woods, his newly awakened senses taking in things that they never could before; the final battle between the Humanites and Nelson's previous colleagues on one side, and Nelson and his recently acquired Brotherhood friends on the other, in the burning forests of L'lan; and finally, the exploration of that strangely glowing cavern and the discovery of its manifold secrets, about which the less said, the better, for the sake of any prospective readers.
Hamilton had developed into a marvelous writer at this point; his marriage to the so-called "Queen of Space Opera," Leigh Brackett, in 1946, only seemed to up his game. As an example of his winning style, evinced so effectively in "The Valley of Creation," take this passage, in which Nelson sees, through Ei's mind, what it is like to fly:
"...He saw the whole valley of L'lan spread out below him, so far down that the great trees of the forest appeared as a mere roughness of texture, like a tapestry thrown over the knees of the mountains. He saw the high crags of the barrier cliffs, leaping and thrusting up into the sky, tossing the cold winds from their shoulders in flying clouds of snow, exulting in the sun. In imagination his lungs were filled with air that was thin and pure and more intoxicating than wine. He felt the surging strength of mighty wings and flung himself headlong into the buffeting, swirling gales that swept among the high peaks and fought them joyously as a swimmer fights the surf. He knew the long whistling rush of the swoop, the exquisite precision of the tilting wing, the excitement of the strike and kill...."
Almost reminiscent of the descriptions in Hamilton's 1938 short-story masterpiece "He That Hath Wings," isn't it?
For all its exceptional aspects, however, "The Valley of Creation" does come with a few minor problems. The small matter of Nelson's ability to overhear Tark and Nsharra's telepathic conversation on the very first page, without the aid of a thought crown, is, unfortunately, never explained (I kept hoping it would be, but alas, no). And the forest geography of L'lan, with its central north-south bisecting river, is a bit hard to visualize. Was that final conflagration on L'lan's east or west side? Hamilton seems to shift from one location to the other. But aside from these minor gaffes, the novel is aces, and comes more than highly recommended by yours truly. You may well want to go out and get your very own pet wolf or eagle by the time you turn over that final wonderful page....
(By the way, this review originally appeared on the FanLit website at http://www.fantasyliterature.com/ ... a perfect destination for all fans of Edmond Hamilton....)
In "The Valley of Creation," the reader encounters a 30-year-old American mercenary/soldier of fortune named Eric Nelson, who, along with four other hard-bitten toughs, is embroiled in a petty warlord's squabbles in the desolate region of western China. (In an instance of the story's updating, Nelson is mentioned as having fought in the Korean War a decade earlier.) The quintet is soon offered a job by an individual named Shan Kar, who hails from the distant valley of L'lan, and who promises the men a huge reward in platinum if they can assist him. The team agrees and, upon reaching the valley, learns that Shan Kar is part of a group called the Humanites, who reside in the futuristic-looking, glass bubble city of Anshan. On the opposite end of the valley lies a similar-looking city called Vruun, where reside men of Shan Kar’s ilk...as well as wolves, tigers, eagles and horses with abnormally high intelligence, telepathic abilities, and the desire to attain an equal status and footing as men! No one knows how the animals of the L'lan valley have attained these abilities, although a glowing cavern north of Vruun is reputed to hold some of the answers...as well as that load of platinum. Thus, Nelson & Co. agree to wipe out the men of Vruun and the animals (the Brotherhood, as they call themselves) who would usurp the rights of humans, and later capture that legendary cavern for themselves. After a botched raid on the city of Vruun, however, Nelson is captured and subjected to one of the instruments in the possession of that city. And when he awakens, he is aghast to discover that his mind has been summarily placed into the body of Asha...a young male wolf....
Combining elements of fantasy, sword & sorcery, lost-race adventure and hard-core sci-fi into one marvelous blend, "The Valley of Creation" is written in a charming, highly readable style by pulpmaster Hamilton. Indeed, it almost comes off as a YA novel, and thus it did not surprise me to learn that some of my fellow members on Facebook's Vintage Paperback and Pulp Forum page had fond memories of the book from their youth. Though seldom discussed today, the novel does seem to be well regarded: Scottish critic David Pringle, in his "Ultimate Guide to Science Fiction," calls it a "rousing sword-and-sorcery type of tale, with an sf rationale, written in Hamilton's best pulp-magazine style" (so true!), while "The Science Fiction Encyclopedia" deems it "strongly written, combining sword and sorcery with an sf denouement" (I concur).
Hamilton offers the reader a group of well-drawn characters, both human and animal. Nelson's four comrades (one Chinese, one Cockney, one Dutchman, one ruthless and platinum-hungry fellow American) are a nicely differentiated bunch, and the human leader of the Brotherhood, Kree, and his beautiful daughter, Nsharra, make for interesting adversaries. Then there are the four animals who we get to know, each the leader of his respective clan: Tark, a remarkably cunning (and later, hugely likeable) wolf; Hatha, of the horse clan; Quorr, the leader of the tigers; and Ei, the surprisingly kindly (to Nelson, at least) head of the eagles. The book offers the reader a heartening message regarding the brotherhood of not just the human races, but between man and animal as well, and indeed, Nelson's experiences while in lupine form go far in changing his own initial, benighted outlook. This is a book that all fans of Andre Norton should greatly enjoy; another writer who advocated that interspecies brotherhood message in so many of her own works.
As mentioned, Hamilton's tale is a meld of various genres, with an emphasis on hard sci-fi by the book's conclusion. Knowing his audience's penchant for instruments of super-science as well as that indefinable "sense of wonder" in their reading material, he here gives us platinum "thought crowns," which enable men to communicate with beasts; that mental transference gizmo, with which Nelson is placed into the body of a wolf; and thought recorders, with which one can listen to another's thoughts, recorded in the far-distant past. Hamilton peppers "The Valley of Creation" with any number of colorful and exciting sequences, including Nelson's awakening in Asha's body, followed by his (understandable) shock and previously alluded to joyous sprint through the nighttime woods, his newly awakened senses taking in things that they never could before; the final battle between the Humanites and Nelson's previous colleagues on one side, and Nelson and his recently acquired Brotherhood friends on the other, in the burning forests of L'lan; and finally, the exploration of that strangely glowing cavern and the discovery of its manifold secrets, about which the less said, the better, for the sake of any prospective readers.
Hamilton had developed into a marvelous writer at this point; his marriage to the so-called "Queen of Space Opera," Leigh Brackett, in 1946, only seemed to up his game. As an example of his winning style, evinced so effectively in "The Valley of Creation," take this passage, in which Nelson sees, through Ei's mind, what it is like to fly:
"...He saw the whole valley of L'lan spread out below him, so far down that the great trees of the forest appeared as a mere roughness of texture, like a tapestry thrown over the knees of the mountains. He saw the high crags of the barrier cliffs, leaping and thrusting up into the sky, tossing the cold winds from their shoulders in flying clouds of snow, exulting in the sun. In imagination his lungs were filled with air that was thin and pure and more intoxicating than wine. He felt the surging strength of mighty wings and flung himself headlong into the buffeting, swirling gales that swept among the high peaks and fought them joyously as a swimmer fights the surf. He knew the long whistling rush of the swoop, the exquisite precision of the tilting wing, the excitement of the strike and kill...."
Almost reminiscent of the descriptions in Hamilton's 1938 short-story masterpiece "He That Hath Wings," isn't it?
For all its exceptional aspects, however, "The Valley of Creation" does come with a few minor problems. The small matter of Nelson's ability to overhear Tark and Nsharra's telepathic conversation on the very first page, without the aid of a thought crown, is, unfortunately, never explained (I kept hoping it would be, but alas, no). And the forest geography of L'lan, with its central north-south bisecting river, is a bit hard to visualize. Was that final conflagration on L'lan's east or west side? Hamilton seems to shift from one location to the other. But aside from these minor gaffes, the novel is aces, and comes more than highly recommended by yours truly. You may well want to go out and get your very own pet wolf or eagle by the time you turn over that final wonderful page....
(By the way, this review originally appeared on the FanLit website at http://www.fantasyliterature.com/ ... a perfect destination for all fans of Edmond Hamilton....)
October 23, 2024
The Valley of Creation appeared in the July issue of Startling Stories, one of the second-tier genre pulps, in 1948, and then Lancer reprinted it in paperback in 1964 with a cool cover by Ed Emshwiller. Hamilton did a light revision and updating before it appeared in book form. His more-famous wife, Leigh Brackett (she wrote The Empire Strikes Back and collaborated with William Faulkner on the script for The Big Sleep and wrote lots of John Wayne's most famous movies for Howard Hawks and on and on), was an un-credited collaborator on this one. Hamilton was best known for his space opera stories, but this is more of a lost-race fantasy. It's about an American mercenary named Eric Nelson (Eric was a popular name for the couple; Eric John Stark was Brackett's most famous prose protagonist) who uncovers a hidden alien civilization in remote Asia, much like Shangri-La, but with more action and mysticism and lycanthropy and pulpy charm. It's a fun and wild read.
January 17, 2019
On the one hand, "The Valley of Creation" is a catalogue of mid-20th century SF tropes: devolved civilizations; ancient aliens; telepathic headgear; mind transference. On the other, it's a morality tale that criticizes human pride, greed and cruelty by focusing on how those sins impact other animal species who share the world with us. The amounts of empathy and sympathy expressed toward our fellow critters--and the warmth of feeling with which those sensibilities are communicated--are surprising, especially when found in a story from 1948. Vegan SF readers should give this pulp a second glance (Superman fans, too...the mystical "Cavern of Creation" looked an awful lot like the Fortress of Solitude gone to seed). I loved the old thing and plan to read it again.
September 16, 2015
In the tradition of Lost Horizon (and other tales of lost lands, islands, or peoples), adventurers head into unknown mountains. These adventurers are escaping mercenaries in need of a new employer. They are lured by loot. Before his hurried departure, Eric Nelson had been drinking too much and had experienced some strange things. The ancient civilization that he and his companions were about to encounter would be even stranger.
Hamilton was obviously inspired by Edgar Rice Burroughs, but he was even more creative! I love the novelties of this novel. Does the hidden valley date back to the time of creation?
Hamilton was obviously inspired by Edgar Rice Burroughs, but he was even more creative! I love the novelties of this novel. Does the hidden valley date back to the time of creation?
August 4, 2018
Perhaps, it was the anime version of Edmond Hamilton’s Captain Future that caused it, but a lot of my friends who are fans of science-fiction dismissed Hamilton’s work even more quickly than that of E. E. Doc Smith (and that’s been fast enough). So, I mentally dismissed his work as “space opera” and didn’t bother reading any of it—even when I found out that he had allegedly created Batgirl for Detective Comics and written for a lot of DC Comics titles. I picked up an antique copy of The Valley of Creation when I was in the mood for a pulp adventure, and I was pleasantly surprised.
The Valley of Creation takes the idea of an alien race seeding our planet with life and turns it on its ear. It features the “trope-ical” hidden valley filled with incredible treasure, as well as the primitive princess who, at least once, saves the life of the manly explorer. It even offers the usual fare of a misunderstanding which threatens to put the protagonist on the wrong side in a local controversy. But, it offers something else.
What if, the story conjectures, most sentient beings were created equal? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an animal rights activist, but there’s something interesting going on in The Valley of Creation. The story is almost a metaphor on nationalism, racism, and mistrust. Into this mix comes Eric Nelson, a drunken mercenary on the run after the Communist revolution. Trapped between unhappy warlords, the only escape seems to be into the mountains which conceal the hidden valley.
Once in the hidden valley, there is something of a Tarzan-vibe. Some of Nelson’s partners are like those greedy ivory hunters who don’t care how many elephants they have to kill in order to harvest their treasure. The issue in The Valley of Creation isn’t elephants or ivory, but the analogy will make sense to those who read this short novel. One thing is sure, The Valley of Creation was exactly the pulp adventure for which I was searching, and it won’t be the last novel I read by Edmond Hamilton. Indeed, I might even check out some of his wife’s work, the late Leigh Brackett.
The Valley of Creation takes the idea of an alien race seeding our planet with life and turns it on its ear. It features the “trope-ical” hidden valley filled with incredible treasure, as well as the primitive princess who, at least once, saves the life of the manly explorer. It even offers the usual fare of a misunderstanding which threatens to put the protagonist on the wrong side in a local controversy. But, it offers something else.
What if, the story conjectures, most sentient beings were created equal? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an animal rights activist, but there’s something interesting going on in The Valley of Creation. The story is almost a metaphor on nationalism, racism, and mistrust. Into this mix comes Eric Nelson, a drunken mercenary on the run after the Communist revolution. Trapped between unhappy warlords, the only escape seems to be into the mountains which conceal the hidden valley.
Once in the hidden valley, there is something of a Tarzan-vibe. Some of Nelson’s partners are like those greedy ivory hunters who don’t care how many elephants they have to kill in order to harvest their treasure. The issue in The Valley of Creation isn’t elephants or ivory, but the analogy will make sense to those who read this short novel. One thing is sure, The Valley of Creation was exactly the pulp adventure for which I was searching, and it won’t be the last novel I read by Edmond Hamilton. Indeed, I might even check out some of his wife’s work, the late Leigh Brackett.
September 17, 2019
The comics I'm read by Edmond Hamilton are all very Silver Age... and this story would fit right in to that mold... though of course those comic were toward the end of his long writing career. This one espouses to be 'in the mold of Burroughs and Howard' but really feels more like Lost Horizon than anything.
The main character, Eric Nelson is a mercenary stuck in China at the time of the communist revolution, and gets caught up in a fight in a hidden valley in Tibet between 'The Brotherhood' (who are people who talk to super intelligent animals mentally) and 'the Humanites' (who think said animals should know their role and shut up, to quoth the Rock). It takes Nelson more than 1/2 the book and a 'only in classic sci fi' punishment to get on the right side. The ending fight seen is pretty good, but the big revelation at the end is just what was obvious. It feels a bit ahead of it's time for 1948, but nothing remarkable.
The main character, Eric Nelson is a mercenary stuck in China at the time of the communist revolution, and gets caught up in a fight in a hidden valley in Tibet between 'The Brotherhood' (who are people who talk to super intelligent animals mentally) and 'the Humanites' (who think said animals should know their role and shut up, to quoth the Rock). It takes Nelson more than 1/2 the book and a 'only in classic sci fi' punishment to get on the right side. The ending fight seen is pretty good, but the big revelation at the end is just what was obvious. It feels a bit ahead of it's time for 1948, but nothing remarkable.
August 16, 2020
SF out of the 1940s - part fantasy, part morality tale. In a hidden valley in the Himalayas eons ago an alien spaceship crash landed; the aliens could not survive in Earth's environment, but before they died they transferred their minds to inhabitants in the valley: apes, wolves, tigers, horses and eagles. Now a group of mercenary soldiers are hired by one of the warlords in the valley to exterminate all the animals. One of the mercenaries, Eric Nelson, has a change of heart and changes sides; together they defeat the warlord. Nothing deep, but a lot of fun.
July 12, 2025
A short novel first published in 1948, this is science fiction with strong fantastical overtones and a “lost world” atmosphere.
We follow Eric Nelson, an American mercenary caught up in the Chinese Civil War, who stumbles into a mysterious valley on the Sino-Tibetan border. The valley is home to two opposing factions: one advocates for human superiority, while the other supports equality between humans and animals—who communicate telepathically.
It’s a fast-paced, compact story with a retro pulp vibe. If you enjoy fairy tales or Studio Ghibli-style anime, this book is made for you.
We follow Eric Nelson, an American mercenary caught up in the Chinese Civil War, who stumbles into a mysterious valley on the Sino-Tibetan border. The valley is home to two opposing factions: one advocates for human superiority, while the other supports equality between humans and animals—who communicate telepathically.
It’s a fast-paced, compact story with a retro pulp vibe. If you enjoy fairy tales or Studio Ghibli-style anime, this book is made for you.
December 29, 2021
Skip it.
my favorite quote: "A wise mind, wiser far than Asha's because it was far older, a mind whetted and honed to razor sharpness by the upper air, keen as the eagle's curving beak and sharp as his talons able to grip and tear and worry a thought until its inner bones lay bare and truthful."
my favorite quote: "A wise mind, wiser far than Asha's because it was far older, a mind whetted and honed to razor sharpness by the upper air, keen as the eagle's curving beak and sharp as his talons able to grip and tear and worry a thought until its inner bones lay bare and truthful."
August 18, 2024
A very easy read and a straightforward story. A group of mercenaries find themselves fighting against intelligent animals and their human allies in a supposedly mythical valley, but do they fight for the right side?
March 11, 2019
Light, fun, quick, a pleasure to read. I will definitely look into more Hamilton to read.
February 12, 2024
3.5 stars
June 30, 2025
I was loving this until they botched the ending
September 30, 2011
A strange little book, and a compelling story. The author imagines that there is a 'valley of creation' where intelligent life was created eons ago. This self-awareness was given to horses, wolves, eagles and one other - apes. As millenium passed, apes moved upwards and onwards and the Valley of Creation became merely a legend.
I read this book years ago, and was thrilled to discover it on the river, regarded as a 'sci-fi' classic. Eric Nelson is a disillusioned mercenary who accepts an assignment to recover treasure from deepest Tibet. He is warned by his employer that rouge elements using trained viscious animals will try to prevent him and his colleagues and they should be on guard and ready to kill in self-defence. En-route to the lost treasure, Nelson is alarmed to disturb a beautiful young girl spying on them. Even more alarming, the girl is apparently discussing them and their mission with a striking looking horse. Nelson begins to realise that he is involved in some very strange stuff. What happens next requires quite a lot of 'suspension of dis-belief' (which I'm always ready to do if the author is persausive and the characters are believable enough).
Imaginative, entertaining and satisfying read if my memory serves me right, certainly the book has stayed with me over a couple of decades having only read it once, so it must have made an impression.
I read this book years ago, and was thrilled to discover it on the river, regarded as a 'sci-fi' classic. Eric Nelson is a disillusioned mercenary who accepts an assignment to recover treasure from deepest Tibet. He is warned by his employer that rouge elements using trained viscious animals will try to prevent him and his colleagues and they should be on guard and ready to kill in self-defence. En-route to the lost treasure, Nelson is alarmed to disturb a beautiful young girl spying on them. Even more alarming, the girl is apparently discussing them and their mission with a striking looking horse. Nelson begins to realise that he is involved in some very strange stuff. What happens next requires quite a lot of 'suspension of dis-belief' (which I'm always ready to do if the author is persausive and the characters are believable enough).
Imaginative, entertaining and satisfying read if my memory serves me right, certainly the book has stayed with me over a couple of decades having only read it once, so it must have made an impression.
July 5, 2015
Why it is essentially bad to be different? What is really wrong and what is really right? Can mistakes be corrected even at the last moment? Have you ever taken the seat of all those you mock and reject?
Great anti-racism book camouflaged in a fast-paced adventure in a semi-fantasy world full of realistic details! Good choice!
Great anti-racism book camouflaged in a fast-paced adventure in a semi-fantasy world full of realistic details! Good choice!
March 9, 2009
Simply one of my top one hundred books (and that's high praise indeed).
November 22, 2009
Pretty good adventure story
February 19, 2014
Entertaining expansion of a golden-age science fiction story into an action-packed novel. Not the greatest writing in the world, but great fun.
April 15, 2014
Wow
recommend 200%
recommend 200%
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