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Bride Of The Dark One

Auhtor: Florence Verbell Brown

Language: english
Published: 1952

Genres:

fiction,  science fiction,  short stories
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Review by Dr. Bojan Tunguz, October 2008


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'Bride Of The Dark One':

The outcasts the hunted of all the brighter worlds crowded onto Yaroto. But even here was there salvation for Ransome the jinx-scarred acolyte when tonight was the night of Bani-tai... the night of expiation by the photo-memoried priests of dark Darion?

Excerpts from the Book 'Bride Of The Dark One':


... Yaroto it burned, and its red glare illuminated a gallery of the damned. Hands that were never far from blaster or knife eyes that picked a hundred ...
... the worn space harness. Ransome had apparently dismissed the Venusian renegade already, and his cold blue eyes followed the woman's every movement with ...
... the Venusian's voice. Get out of my place???now. Leave the whiskey, and the woman. I have no traffic with fools. Ransome sighed. I've told you, ...
... of Mars, narco-vin from the system of Alpha Centauri. Mytor paused, put the tips of fat fingers together, and looked hard at Ransome. Is all of ...
... the command of a man he had once sworn to kill. Eight years rolled back and he saw them together, laughing at him: the Earthman-captain and the woman ...
... pay much more for the woman than they would for you, and it seemed to me that a message from you might coax her off the ship. After all, ...
... did not help him to see more clearly. It only made shadows in every doorway and twisting alley. Mytor's car was only a few feet away but before he could ...
... woman? The man squirmed, avoiding Ransome's ice-blue stare. Captain killed the last man who looked at his woman, the gunner muttered sullenly. ...
... sipped her wine in silence and Ransome studied her by the flickering light of the candle burning on the table between them. She wore a simple street ...
... stood at the rear of the great Temple, and he had the tonsure and the black robes, and his name was not Ransome, but Ra-sed. He had almost forgotten ...
... chanting was a thing of wild delirium now, and Ra-set placed a cold hand to steady himself against a trembling pillar. He heard the drawing of the ...
... left in chanting procession after the ceremony. Now he was wrenching at the rusted bolts that held the stone in place. It seemed to him that the ...
... her. She was unconscious on a ledge at the end of a long slope. Hell itself might have been in the pit that opened beneath it. A geologist would ...
... deliver: Ra-sed would see his beloved a last time before he dies. Faster, Ransome grated, and the powerful car leapt forward into the night. ? Ships, ...
... caught the crumpling body in his arms, and started back toward Mytor's car. If he remembered another journey in the blackness with this woman in his arms, ...
... in the dimness of the Temple when the Sacred Lots were cast. A priest touched Ransome's shoulder and he started in spite of himself. He tried to steady ...
... stirred him. With an incredibly swift lunge he was on the priest who stood nearest Dura-ki. The man reeled backward and struck his skull against the ...
... of my men. Abruptly, Jareth turned and stooped over the still form of Mytor. From the folds of the Venusian's stained tarab he drew a ring of keys. ...
... crowded onto Yaroto. But even here was there salvation for Ransome, the jinx-scarred acolyte, when tonight was the night of Bani-tai ... the night of ...
... lightly, but here is one! Swashbuckling action, a great many vivid characters, and a weird mystery???all spun for you by one of the master story-tellers ...