Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs

Warlord of Mars (Martian Tales of Edgar Rice Burroughs, #3) (Barsoom, #3)

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

Far to the north, in the frozen wastes of Polar Mars, lay the home of the Holy Therns, sacred and inviolate. Only John Carter dared to go there to find his lost Dejah Thoris. But between him and his goal lay the bones of all who had gone before.

Imagine, if you can, a bald-faced hornet of your Earthly experience grown to the size of a prize Hereford bull, and you will have some faint conception of the winged monster that bore down upon me. 

Frightful jaws in front and a might, poisoned string behind made my relatively puny long-sword seem a pitiful defense indeed. Nor could I hope to escape the lightning-like movements or hide from these myriad faced eyes which covered three-fourths of the hideous head, permitting the creature to see in all directions at once.

To flee was useless, even if it had ever been to my liking to turn my back upon a danger; so I stood my ground, my only hope to die as i had always lived—fighting.

Reviewed by angelarenea9 on

2 of 5 stars

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I thought that this book was just exhausting. I'm tired of John Carter being pompous, racist, sexist, dim, self righteous, egocentric, and war hungry. I'm tired of spending book after book starting war after war over Dejah Thoris who has fallen into the 'damsel in distress' ditch. I'm tired of knowing ten pages before John Carter what is about to happen/his mistake/the solution to a problem. If you can get past all of that, there is a chance you will enjoy, now that Carter has civilized the Black men, conquering yet another race, I mean group of enemies.

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