The only connection is that he has this chemical he uses on people that causes something called Mythmadness, which, again, isn’t an especially useful name. Nothing he does has anything to do with myths. It lends him a certain something that he doesn’t deserve. Why he’s called the Mythmaster is beyond me. He’s also called the Mythmaster, hence the title of the book. This book was a series of fairly interesting ideas tacked on to a 224-page character study of a character that a) I wasn’t that interested in, and b) wasn’t especially remarkable. In fact, the stuff described on the back jacket is a very small part of the novel. It does capture the plot of the book pretty faithfully, but not all of it. I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with the book. What a cover! Crazy red and yellow stuff that looks like I guess it was going to be fire? Several moons? Naked people with a bare minimum of stuff drawn on to make them not naked anymore? It’s all there! Between the Patrol and the sinister Oxon Kaedler he knew his freedom was a mirage. Then a supposedly dead man decided he wanted a piece of the action―and the Mythmaster’s body―and the chase was on. The Patrol that had cashiered him couldn’t catch him now. Stealing lives and peddling them from one end of the galaxy to another for unspeakable uses, the Mythmaster thought he was a free man.
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