I cannot express in mere words the incredible super-badness of this horrible, horrible book. Don't buy it. Don't read it. Just back away from your computer slowly, turn away, and never think of the Deathstalker Series again. Now. You want details? Sure, I can provide them. I was forced to read all of Deathstalker when I lost a bet. But all the examples of terrible everything in this book are so obvious that if you don't catch them yourself you deserve to enjoy Deathstalker just as much as you deserve serious gastro-intestinal illness. For God's sake, look at the name! What kind of serious author would title his book and main character 'Deathstalker' unless he was being incredibly ironic? But this I promise you: irony, or indeed any literary device, is as far beyond the means of Mr. Simon R. Green as is plot, characterization, and not stealing all his ideas from other better science fiction. By far the most depressing aspect of Deathstalker is it's popularity. At this point, four other Deathstalker books have been published, each one, I am sure, plotted out by Green as he idly masturbated into a copy of Isaac Asimov's foundation. What does it say about humanity that he is successful with books like this? I, for one, am unwilling to speculate. I welcome your comments.