According to every reading it was a paradise planet--a warm and fecund world far more desirable than the teeming, polluted warrens of the planet-city Earth had become. Yet when the last of the one-way transports had landed its cargo of Pilgrims, the men of Earth were to learn of a danger that no machine could detect, and against which no machine could defend them--the Mushin, mental entities that stimulate and amplify the dark streak of violence that lies near the core of every human being.I'm afraid I wasn't very taken with this book. It wasn't bad--just not very good, either.
Seven generations would pass before a descendant of the scattered remnant of the original colonists would be ready to face the power of the Mushin. But first he would have to learn to wield the weapon that is no weapon--and that only when there is no Will, there is a Way...
His name is Jerome. This is his story. He is the
WAY-FARER.
No, what fascinated me was the weirdness that is this cover. Let's ignore for the moment the fact that the central figure appears to be floating somewhere in orbit, and take a closer look at it. And... it becomes apparent that somebody has done a cut and paste job, because that head does not belong on that body. Not only is it too small and perched on a neck too long and slender for a frame that size, but it also has an oddly feminine jawline to go with that cute page-boy haircut.
I can come to only one conclusion. Clearly the cover illustration was originally intended for another book entirely--one about a mad scientist performing experimental head transplants!
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