He no longer had a name. He inhabited a world without sequence or names; the meat machine like a philosopher's axe; replace the head and change the pole...
This is a somewhat odd book. If you think that this is solely a Bernice Summerfield adventure, you are solely mistaken. This is a book about the somewhat vast cast of characters that Dave Stone has had some influence on over the years (such as his creations Jason Kane and the crew of the Schirron Dream along with Chris Cwej and Roz Forrester). While I was reading it, I was a bit frustrated by the shorter chapters (not because I thought they were poorly written but because I wanted more dephth from the fictional worlds shown in this novel) but I think the story congealed together by the end quite nicely. There's also quite a bit of very experimental/poetic Jim Mortimore-esque prose which I quite liked. The short story in the appendix is very weird and I'm not sure if it clicked with me or not.