The slaves of the god Olos

It was night. A red night with moving shadows where the syncopated sounds of a strange clamor rose sinisterly.— You are going to die! You will die like all those of your race who cross the path of a Refuse.It was a woman's voice. Soft and suave. Almost sensual. A quiet voice that stated the simple obvious.Then, millimeter by millimeter, holding his breath and mobilizing all his energy to overcome the pain that was overwhelming him, Blade gradually turned his head. To see two things at the same time. A huge purple gaze... and a long, shiny dagger. Pointed at him.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?