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Originally published in PLANET STORIES, Winter, 1945 From strange and distant worlds the master beings came to Neeoorna, bringing with them the science of the Universe. One by one they fought the alien fire — and died. And now Jonathan Morgan, the Earthling, whose science was primitive compared to the others, found himself facing the black flames. :thumb719622095: HE STOOD alone in the laboratory, frightened, staring at the tiny motes of dust that swirled lightly in the breeze. That dust had been a block of solid lead a moment ago; before he had touched it, and concentrated. Jonathan Morgan licked his lips with a dry tongue. Things li

I learned about L.U.S.T. in Haiti. The League of Underground-Spies and Terrorists, that is. At the time, I had no thought of becoming a spy. I was on, vacation and enjoying myself as I did not do at home, with the voodoo drums throbbing in the warm night air lying heavy on the slopes of Morne à Cabrits, a sea wind off the gulf bringing with it the languid scent of jasmine. I was watching a naked girl dance la cumbia. La cumbia is a voodoo dance, wild and erotic. Her dance was getting to my date, George Norman, a fellow American vacationer, in Port Au Prince. The rhythms of the rada drums, those cylinders of wood and hide consecrated to t

by Gardner Francis Fox Written as Bart Somers Originally printed in 1967 digitally transcribed by Kurt Brugel 2017 for the Gardner Francis Fox Library LLC CHAPTER TWO Craig stepped forward and put his arms about her. He drew her in against him and kissed her pouting red lips. Hungrily. Carefully. Thoroughly. Her fists pounded against his shoulders and she tried to twist free of his clasp. Discovering that her movements only added to his pleasure, she lay limp against him, fighting the delight of his caress. She did not want to give in to this big, bronzed man in such a shameless fashion. She knew well enough that he had little trouble