READ THE NOVEL- Chapters 1-31 - ERBzine

Tarzan on Mars
Tario, on the other hand, but wore a beautiful, unadorned
robe of the pure white fur of the arctic apt, and on his brew
still gleamed the lesser Star of Issus. His face alone mirrored
the burden of the long, intense years of preparation and his
keen awareness of the present moment's potentialities, for it
was colorless, set, impassive, illuminated only by the penetrating
glare of his eyes.
And Ranas Ghol, the ever changeless and self-effacing
oracle of Zumor, sat silently at the great table on the balcony,
meditating expressionlessly over a frail, exquisite cup of
translucent pink glass—his latest creation.
The great amphitheater was empty, as was required
under sacred law when the council was in session. And the
golden throne, itself, was unoccupied, for it was early morning,
and Issus had not yet awakened in her closely guarded
quarters...
"My secret agents have confirmed that the enemy is
aware of the location of Tarnath," Sardon Dhur was saying.
"At any moment we may see the battle fleets of the Warlord
on the horizon."
And there they shall remain," interposed Zithad.
"This is to be hoped," said Tario. "Your high promise of
nullifiers for every battleship had not been fulfilled. We have
but a single projector here to rely on."
"It will be enough," insisted Zithad.
"I doubt it," argued Sardon Dhur. "While you hold one
fleet on the ground, another can move high overhead, outside
the radius of the beam."
"That fleet above our heads will be our own—moving out
to bomb and shell the helpless craft of the enemy where they
lie anchored to the ground, unable to maneuver," replied
Zithad confidently. "And do not forget that without the
nullifier our own fleets and armies coupled with the massive
fire power and impregnability of the Escarpment are formidable
enough. Moreover, our satellite allies in the outer world
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