The Resurrection of Kaah

Richard Blade was very hot. The acrid smoke was choking him. The crackling sounds that echoed around him hit his eardrums painfully.And then, there was this smell of burning, of charred flesh and fat. Slowly, he opened his eyes. And this time he understood: the funeral pyre. The decomposing corpse to which he was firmly attached...
Where is Richard Blade, traveler of the infinite, going? Into what “dimensions” can the soulless brain of the computer project it? In which past or future worlds? In which previously unknown universes?Blade, a man made of muscles, blood, sex and intelligence.Blade, will he be the human toy of the machine that sends him to fight the terrifying monsters, the wild and perverse goddesses of a world elsewhere?