Per Hiero Desteen was alone, weaponless, and without food or water, facing the unknown perils of the desert in this grim world, five thousand years after the holocaust known as The Death.
Sent south to spy on the evil Brotherhood of the Unclean which fought to destroy the emerging civilization of the north, he had been welcomed as the son-in-law of the King of D'alway. Welcomed, honored—and betrayed! Now his wife and all he loved were lost. And the mental powers which had enabled him to defeat every previous trick of the Unclean had been burned from his mind by drugs.
North, his numbed mind told him! North, where he might find help. But without his lost powers, he could not suspect the command was a subtle, cunning lure. Somewhere ahead, a creature that should not have existed was calling him to a meeting he could not imagine.
The Eyes of the Unclean
A face swam before Hiero's blurred vision, while he lay strapped to a bench in some dim place, half glimpsed through the pain and agony of his aching head. Out of the familiar face glared the gaze of the Unclean, the eyes gleaming with mockery and triumph.
Hiero writhed frantically against the bonds that held him fast. The movement brought another face into view. From the eyes came the same blaze of pure evil, with something else added—madness mixed with the malign blasphemy which was the essence of the Unclean.
He felt a fresh stab in his arm and saw a hand holding a glass tube capped with a bloody needle.
"We can kill him later," came a harsh whisper. "Not now. The Princess would know. They say this drug kills the mind powers, but they warn us to be wary. He must die, but away—far away."
Then the pain became too great to fight, and Hiero fainted.
The long-awaited sequel to Hiero's Journet reveals new and even more fascinating wonders about the world of the far future where the Unclean seek to destroy man and civilization...
"...the many and wonderful creatures [Hiero] encounters in this world, and the circumstances in which they're encountered, are endlessly diverting." —Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine