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Even if I could repair this disaster, I would not raise a hand. For I expect to die in
space." 7 The sail was canted vectorless, edgewise to the sun. Jupiter was a
smudge astern. There were five cadets in the wardroom. Culpepper, Verona, and
He covered her arms and hands with warm black-green pulp which set into
spangled velvet, adroitly cut with scissors to bare the back of her hand. "Slippers."
Black satin, webbed with emerald-green phosphorescence. "Now — the
Fotheringay displayed a coldness strange enough to suggest such a possession.
. . . A Capellan could manipulate but one hand at a time. Fotheringay held a knife
in one hand, a fork in the other and moved both hands together. So much for ...
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This is a collection of Jack Vance's short stories written between 1952 and 1973. Jack Vance illustrates that the great thing about Science Fiction is its ability to detach our minds from current ... Read full review