To My World Of Gor!!!It all began for Tarl Cabot
here, in the New Hampshire area of the White Mountains...
Tarl Cabot was of Earth. Or at least, so he had believed
for all of his twenty-odd years. He had no inkling of the fantastic event
that was to occur one winter's night in the frosty woods of America's New
England.
Yet, Tarl was the chosen one-the one picked out of
millions, to be trained and schooled and disciplined by the best teachers,
swordsmen, bowmen on Gor. Toward what end, what mission, what purpose?
Tarl Cabot's father had disappeared when he was quite
young, and his mother had died by the time he had reached age six. His
aunt had raised him from that time forward. He gained entrance to the University
of Oxford and had graduated decently. He applied to serveral small American
colleges and found himself employed in the academic world in New Hampshire.
During his Christmas break he decided to take a small camping trip in the
nearby White Mountains, and this is where he received a letter
from his father, and where his adventure begins!
These pages are dedicated
with love and thanks to John Norman, Boris Vallejo and Ken Kelly...
The first for his gift of
our world...The second and third for helping us see it clearly...
