Before Star Wars, before Flash Gordon, before the first human dreamed of colonizing Mars… there was him. John Carter. Adventurer. Warrior. Stranger from the stars.

Born from the incandescent pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs in 1912, John Carter of Mars wasn’t just one of the first galactic pulp heroes. Without fear of exaggeration, he was the very first to dare conquer the cosmos with nothing but a sword, courage, and romance. And he did it at a time when men still gazed at the stars not knowing they would one day reach them.

The Seed of Interplanetary Adventure

Burroughs imagined a Mars (Barsoom, in his mythology) bursting with life—exotic cultures, wild creatures, and eternal conflicts. A red world where laws were as old as the sands, and only a man with the heart of a soldier and the boldness of an outsider could make a difference.

John Carter was not a pilot or a scientist. He had no laser beams, no shining armor. He was a Southern gentleman, a soldier without a homeland… transported by unknown forces to another planet, forced to survive, to conquer, to love. And that was enough.
With him, the archetype was born: the human hero who arrives in a strange world, faces colossal dangers, and ends up leading armies, winning hearts, and challenging empires.

Why Does He Still Live On a Century Later?

Because John Carter wasn’t a perfect hero. He doubted. He made mistakes. But he moved forward.
And that spirit is the soul of pulp: unrelenting action, raw emotion, and a narrative that gallops like it’s fleeing an invisible monster.

The reader never rests. Every page promises danger, passion, discovery.
And John Carter delivered on that promise with every leap across the Martian sands, every duel for the honor of Dejah Thoris, every rebellion against the tyrants of Barsoom.

When I Discovered John Carter

I don’t remember if I was eight, nine, or ten.
But I do remember the exact feeling. Holding that book—A Princess of Mars—with its cover bursting with muscles, swords, and alien skies… it was like holding a secret door in my hands.

A door that led me straight to Barsoom.
I didn’t fully understand how John Carter got there, and I didn’t care.
I just knew I wanted to be there too.
That I wanted to create worlds like that.

Not perfect worlds—but dangerous ones.
Not invincible heroes—but determined ones.

That seed lay buried for a long time. But like all pulp seeds… it only needs a little danger to grow.

The Echo of John Carter in Imperium Saga

When Castor Pollux was born, he didn’t emerge from the void. He was born on the shoulders of titans like Carter.
Where Carter fought with a sword, Castor wields a blazing Gladius.
Where Carter loved a Martian princess, Castor shares fierce glances with an Imperial warrior named Bellatrix.
And where Carter faced Tharks and Zodangans, Castor battles corrupt androids, savage dinosaurs, and the sinister Gnors.

They both share the same essence:
A hero cast into unknown worlds, where danger and duty push him to challenge the impossible.

And if you haven’t read his first clash with the Gnors yet, now is the perfect time:
Castor Pollux and the Adventure on the Prison Planet

Pulp Isn’t Dead—It Just Got a New Suit

Some say pulp is a thing of the past. That it’s been replaced by digital multiverses and streaming sagas.
But that’s only because they haven’t read Castor Pollux.
Pulp is more alive than ever.

It’s just traded its armor for nanofibers.
Its swords for lasers.
Its horses for starships that cross galaxies.

But the soul…
The soul is still that of John Carter:
A stranger with a warring soul, facing impossible worlds with a heart set aflame.

And if you want to see it for yourself, look no further:
Castor Pollux and the Adventure on the Prison Planet

 awaits you.