Home is Where You Left It

Stephen Marlowe

Description

In the 22nd century, Earth's natural resources have dwindled to the point of extinction, and as a result, the residents of the planet are on a never-ending quest to find new places to inhabit on other worlds. But some of these planets are already populated by other creatures -- some of whom aren't overly eager to welcome their new neighbors.

Sujets

• Science fiction

Informations

• Publié par: The Floating Press
• Date de parution: 01 février 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781776531479
• Langue: English

Extrait

HOME IS WHERE YOU LEFT IT
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STEPHEN MARLOWE
 
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Home is Where You Left It First published in 1957 Epub ISBN 978-1-77653-147-9 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77653-148-6 © 2013 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Home is Where You Left It
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How black is the blackest treachery? Is the most calloustraitor entitled to mercy? Steve pondered these questions. His decision?That at times the villain should possibly be spoken of as a hero.
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Only the shells of deserted mud-brick houses greeted Steve Cantwell whenhe reached the village.
He poked around in them for a while. The desert heat was searing,parching, and the Sirian sun gleamed balefully off the blades of Steve'sunicopter, which had brought him from Oasis City, almost five hundredmiles away. He had remembered heat from his childhood here on Sirius'second planet with the Earth colony, but not heat like this. It was likea magnet drawing all the moisture out of his body.
He walked among the buildings, surprise and perhaps sadness etched onhis gaunt, weather-beaten face. Childhood memories flooded back: thesingle well from which all the families drew their water, the mud-brickhouse, hardly different from the others and ju