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It is true that in those days of strenuous preparation there was little time for dreaming, yet there were brief moments before sleep claimed me at night and these were my dreams. Such dreams! Always of Mars, and during my waking hours at night my eyes always sought out the Red
Planet when he was above the horizon and clung there seeking a solution of the seemingly unfathomable riddle he has presented to the Earthman for ages.
Perhaps the thing became an obsession. I know it clung to me all during my training camp days, and at night, on the deck of the transport, I
would lie on my back gazing up into the red eye of the god of battle--
my god--and wishing that, like John Carter, I might be drawn across the great void to the haven of my desire.
Posted October 21, 2013
The theme of this book was very good and I enjoyed reading it. It is hard to keep up with the names and the species or citizenry of each, but I will continue reading the whole Barsoom Chronicles.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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