I enjoyed the first one, and the following books just sucked.
They're very campy, and definitely have moments of good fun, but there's not a whole lot of original material, and a bunch of 'hero enters battlefield and saves the day!' type interactions.
Still, those Spartan Model Warrior Bodies were fucking rad.
-I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.
-We can't go back. But I suppose we can go wherever we please.