The Longini[ edit ] In Casca 28 we are introduced to the Longini, a family that is created to protect Casca through his long life. Unbeknown to the Eternal Mercenary, this family slowly grows and seeks to thwart the efforts of the Brotherhood. Unlike the common habit where when a woman marries a man and loses her maiden name, in all cases of marriage the union results in the family name of Longini being retained, thus preserving their identity to one another. Casca 3: The War Lord : Casca travels to 3rd century Byzantium and China, where he is buried alive by a jealous empress. Casca 6: The Persian : Casca becomes a commander in the army of Persian king Shapur II , but is burned at the stake when he is branded a heretic.
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Shelves: space-wizards-book-club Casca is straight up pulpy shlock. Certainly not the prose, which is functional at best. Everything else comes off as a bit slipshod, using little more than a half-remembered history class anecdote or a perfunctory flip through an Encyclopedia. All these issues would leave me with a humorously cheesy 2 - 3 star read, were in not for the reality that Sadler appears to be a huge bigot. Looking through reviews, I found it interesting how many pulp enthusiasts bring up the sexism and racism, only to sort of shrug it off with excuses, like saying it was just a sign of the times.
I imagine a lot of crappy tea sets and wall scrolls purchased in China town, a dog-eared copy of the book Shogun, and some cheap replicas of terracotta soldiers. The black character, Shubala, literally reminisces about raping and sacrificing a blonde white girl and sacrificing her to his dark gods. The women in Casca have two functions, being whores and getting raped, often both. Only one woman in the whole story who he enters into a relationship with is met when he debates whether or not he should let bandits rape her, and decides to intervene mostly because she has nice legs.
There are better ways to get your pulp fix. For those who are curious what quotes really got to me, I found myself highlighting provocative passages as I read for my book club. But the yellow man was something else — and fair game. Patience was a necessary virtue for survival in his tribal lands. He waited and prepared.
He made sacrifice to his gods, those terrible beings of the night and the jungle. Two days before, when he had been permitted to go out on the town, he had cornered a young blonde prostitute of no more than fourteen years… He felt a shiver of pleasure run over him as he relived the moment when after he had taken his pleasure of her and she lay at his feet whimpering and bleeding she had looked up through tear-streaked eyes and asked for the denarius he had promised.
Jubala felt a sexual thrill run over him as he remembered picking her up from the floor of her dingy room by the Tiber and covering her mouth with his hand while he took his knife and slowly slid it into her stomach, savoring her pain and death spasms as he drew the blade up slowly, ever so slowly, her back arching so that her intestines spilled out on the floor.
He sacrificed to his gods, and in the ritual of his people he had ripped out her still-beating heart and eaten it while she still trembled Good, he thought, good.
Well, I got news for you, boy. One day he promised himself, One day, white dog He was filled with pride After all, a girl needed a protector. He chuckled to himself. I wonder if I could talk her into being in on the robbery?
He laughed out loud at the thought. Casca would have his hands full with her. That is not a small thing. Go home, friend, and do yourself a kindness and beat your wife. After all, he had participated in a great adventure. Surprisingly, instead of counterattacking, she had become instantly meek and anxious to please.
They had no idea at all of what it took to get him aroused. He told me nothing. But I still had the satisfaction of using him like a woman. In your name I told him I was doing it. He screamed like a woman, too. Several women climaxed in their excitement and tried to throw themselves to the arena below.
She had given him fifty gold denarii for one evening. She had garlic breath, but nice legs. Damn top management Is that all you can do?
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