A FICTION HOUSE PRESS REPRINT: Grimly Eric John Stark slogged toward that ancient Martian city-with every step he cursed the talisman of Ban Cruach that flamed in his blood-stained belt Behind him screamed the hordes of Ciaran, hungering for that magic jewel-ahead lay the dread abode of the Ice Creatures- at his side stalked the whispering spectre of Ban Cruach, urging him on to a battle Stark knew he must lose!