Kimball Trent was the last hope of a ravaged Earth, for locked in his mind were secrets that would bring freedom to the Barbs. He lacked but one thing to release the power of those secrets--the key to the riddle of the blue monsters who could not die. At first there was only the cold, the Stygian inky iciness that held every muscle of his body in thrall and made his thoughts flow with the turgid slowness of treacly molasses. He could not open his eyes, nor could he move; and his mind slipped back into the darkness time and time again. He tried to think of who he was, or _what_ he was, and there was no knowledge in his brain.…
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