Today, I’d like to acknowledge the birthday of the master of adventure fiction, Edgar Rice Burroughs, born on this day in 1875. He may not have invented the interplanetary romance tale with his first novel,  A Princess Of Mars (Edwin Arnold, for one, beat him to the Red Planet), but he refined and defined the genre for every reader – and writer – to follow in his formidable footsteps.

There would be no Donovan Hawke without John Carter. My sincere thanks to Burroughs for the inspiration – and all the hours of reading joy I’ve derived from his stories of Barsoom, Amtor, Caspak, Pellucidar and Tarzan’s Africa.

– Chris