The Last Szekler Frontier: Patrol at the Edge of the Universe "Ilyent nem baszott az univerzum..." Captain László Kis is a man of simple needs: a stiff drink, a well-chewed cigar, and a crew that doesn't constantly screw up. But serving in the 4th Pluto Ranger Regiment is anything but simple. Out in the desolate reaches of the Oort Cloud, aboard the patrol ship Szent Anna, the laws of physics are starting to bend under the weight of Szekler stubbornness. What starts as a routine encounter with a mysterious space-cloud quickly descends into a hallucinatory fever dream. One moment, the Captain is dealing with a navigation officer who can't tell a nebula from a hole in the ground; the next, he's navigating a ship filled with:Invisible ghosts of the homeland: Pine forests and the scent of the Hargita mountains appearing in cold metal corridors. Mythical beasts: From the legendary juju bird with its snagging anatomy to the terrifying, ham-eating mándruc. A crew gone mad: Boarding squads disappearing into folk songs, a doctor with a "special interest" in proctology, and a kitchen hand who might-or might not-be a pole dancer. As the fog thickens and goats begin to roam the bridge, Captain Kis must face the ultimate cosmic test. Is he losing his mind to the "vitamin" brandy, or has he stumbled upon a sentinel of the soul at the very edge of existence? A wildly original, darkly comedic, and strangely moving space-odyssey that proves you can take the Szekler out of the forest, but you can never take the forest out of the Szekler. Perfect for fans of Douglas Adams' absurdity, Stanis¿aw Lem's cosmic philosophy, and a healthy dose of Eastern European grit.