The call has sounded and the undying high lord has come to lead the horseclans to their destiny...
Prophecy written in blood!
After two hundred years of searching for other immortals, the Undying High Lord Milo Morai has returned to the Horseclans to fulfil an ancient prophecy and lead them to their destined homeland by the sea. But in their path wait the armed might of the Ehleenee and an enemy even more treacherous—the Witchmen. The Witchmen—pre-Holocaust scientists who have survived the centuries by stealing other men's bodies to house their evil minds and who have in their hidden stronghold the means of destroying all who will not become their willing slaves.
Can even Milo save the Horseclans from the bloodthirsty Ehleenee and the malevolent Witchmen who would rip him to shreds to discover his secret of immortality?Pinnacle - Jan 1977 2nd printing
Milo of Morai... over 650 years old and immune to death by ordinary means, he appears in fulfullment of "The Prophecy of the Return" to lead the Tribe of Horseclansmen back to their homeland by the sea. Aided by huge, tigerlike prairie cats, and the vicious fighting horses with whom he communicates by Mindspeak, Milo and his thundering nation on horseback battle their way eastward.
The story is set in the twenty-seventh century A.D., in a world still submerged in barbarism and chaos. Six hundred years earlier a succession of man-made and natural disasters destroyed whole continents and races, changing the face of the earth. New empires are now being formed by men possessing the savage fighting skills of their ancestors with super-normal mental powers of new world man!
The Judgement of the Sword...
Milo snapped into wakefulness as a dagger point pricked the flesh just below the right corner of his jaw. Though Mara was weeping, her dagger hand was rock-steady. "Forgive me, Milo, but I must know!" she whispered intensely, then pushed the sharp, needle-tipped weapon two inches into his throat and slashed downward.
The initial gush of blood rapidly dwindled to a slow trickle, and what should have been a death wound began to close. Milo's eyes, too, closed and he clenched his teeth, saying between them, "I should have slain you, Mara. Well, now you know! What are you going to do with that knowledge—the knowledge that Milo, the War Chier, bears what your people call the Curse of the Undying?"Pinnacle - Jan 1977 2nd printing
Curse of the undying...
[Milo snapped into wakefullness...] As his blood gushed from the severed carotid, Milo rolled and lunged, his hands grasping at her slim nude body. But fast as he was, she eluded him. She just stood there, her eyes locked on the gaping wound she had inflicted.
[The initial gush of blood]
She did not answer, but he felt her weight return to the Ehleenee bed. He opened his eyes just as she lowered her face to his and pasted her dark red lips onto his half-open mouth and both their faces became shrouded from the world in the blue-black luxuriance of her musk-scented hair.
This is a violent, excitement-filled futuristic epic, with the sweeping sword and sorcery tradition of Conan and Blade—yet something different—a unique new brand of adventure fiction you won't be able to put down!