The Worshipers of Dschubba

The bandits of the desert got back into their chariot. The black sail slammed in the wind and the caravan set off, carrying the naked body of Princess Layla, quartered on a cross fixed to the front.—What do you decide to do, stranger? ... then said Tuelan, the military leader of the fortress of Tohrega, in a voice choked with rage and helplessness. — To prove my loyalty to the Kingdom, replied Blade. Leave to rescue the princess. Alone.— Where is Richard Blade, traveler of the infinite, going? Into what “dimensions” can the soulless brain of the computer project it? In which past or future worlds? In which previously unknown universes?— Blade, a man made of muscles, blood, sex and intelligence.— Will Blade be the toy human of the machine which sends him to fight the terrifying monsters, the wild and perverse goddesses of a world elsewhere?