Category: Science-Fiction & Fantasy
The X-87 was a red shambles. It roared the starways, a renegade Venusian at the controls, a swaggering Martian plotting the space-course. And in an alumite cage, deep below-decks, lay Penelle, crack Shadow Squadman--holding the fate of three worlds in his manacled hands.
I opened my eyes at last to find myself lying on a blanket on the chart room floor. In a chair Nina was huddled, mutely staring with wide, terrified eyes to where at his chart-t...
2. Part 2"Yes. Wouldn't it? 'If I were King, ah love, if I were King, the stars would be your pearls upon a string; the world a ruby for your finger ring; and you could have the sun and...
3. Part 3For an instant, his spluttering ineptitude left him. "I can't," he murmured. "That--that isn't mine to tell. Don't ask it, Penelle." Then he swung back to his own troubles. "Wha...
1. Part 1The X-87 was a red shambles. It roared the starways, a renegade Venusian at the controls, a swaggering Martian plotting the space-course. And in an alumite cage, deep below-deck...
5. Part 5Then I dashed for the instrument cubby. A little explosive time-bomb.... I found one; and hurried with it into the control turret, where I placed it against the mechanisms of th...