The wind had shifted since noon, while she had been inside, and the dust storm that was sweeping the high deserts to the east was now blowing out over Syrtis. The sun, magnified by the haze, was a gorgeous magenta ball, as large as the sun of Terra, at which she could look directly. Tonight, some of that dust would come sifting down from the upper atmosphere to add another film to what had been burying the city for the last fifty thousand years.
The red loess lay over everything, covering the streets and the open spaces of park and plaza, hiding the small houses that had been crushed and pressed flat under it and the rubble that had come down from the tall buildings when roofs had caved in and walls had toppled outward.
Here, where she stood, the ancient streets were a hundred to a hundred and fifty feet below the surface; the breach they had made in the wall of the building behind her had opened into the sixth story.
She could look down on the cluster of prefabricated huts and sheds, on the brush-grown flat that had been the waterfront when this place had been a seaport on the ocean that was now Syrtis Depression; already, the bright metal was thinly coated with red dust. She thought, again, of what clearing this city would mean, in terms of time and labor, of people and supplies and equipment brought across fifty million miles of space. Bulldozers and power shovels and draglines; they were fast, but they were rough and indiscriminate.
She remembered the digs around Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro, in the Indus Valley, and the careful, patient native laborers—the painstaking foremen, the pickmen and spademen, the long files of basketmen carrying away the earth. Slow and primitive as the civilization whose ruins they were uncovering, yes, but she could count on the fingers of one hand the times one of her pickmen had damaged a valuable object in the ground.
But on Mars there was no native labor; the last Martian had died five hundred centuries ago. It was nominated for the Hugo Award for Best Novel. Atomic Era. In , a nuclear war devastates the planet, eventually laying the groundwork for the emergence of a Terran Federation, once humanity goes into space and develops antigravity technology. To do so, he must infiltrate a universe in which assassination is an honorable profession, and reincarnation a scientific fact.
Will Verkan Vall survive in a world of killers and the undead? Four Day Planet - Fenris isn't a hell planet, but it's nobody's bargain. With 2,hour days and an 8,hour year, it alternates blazing heat with killing cold. A planet like that tends to breed a special kind of person: tough enough to stay alive and smart enough to make the best of it. When that kind of person discovers he's being cheated of wealth he's risked his life for, that kind of planet is ripe for revolution.
Operation R. Null - ABC - "There's some reaction these days that holds scientists responsible for war. Take it one step further: What happens if "book-learnin'" is held responsible? Sign up for free to join this conversation on GitHub. Already have an account? Sign in to comment. You signed in with another tab or window. Arriving in the provincial city of Ghamma, Vall, travelling under the pseudonym of Lord Virzal of Verkan, makes contact with the local representative of the Outtime Export and Import Company, and acquires a pair of Assassin bodyguards named Olirzon and Marnik.
Through his associate with the Society of Assassins and the constabulary, Olirzon finds evidence that suggests that Dalla is in fact alive, and hiding out with her Assassin-bodyguard, Dirzed. Vall realizes that it will prove impossible to find Dalla, so he must do something to get her to contact him.
The first duel is handled with knives, and Vall succeeds in killing his opponent, Marnark of Bashad, in eight seconds. The remaining two duels are handled with guns, and Vall succeeds in killing these opponents, Sirzob of Abo and Yirzol of Narva, with one shot each to the head.
After the duels, Klarnood, the President-General of the Society of Assassins, who served as a witness to the duels, takes Vall aside, and informs him that the three men he has just killed were high among the leadership of the Statisticalist party, and that the Statisticalists will be as determined to discarnate him as they are Hadron Dalla.
Also, he has certain knowledge that Dalla and Dirzed were alive four days previous, and that in three or four days he might be able to put Vall in communication with the pair. Four-Day Planet H. Uller Uprising H. The Return H. Space Viking H. Beam Piper, Space Viking. Home H. John F. Carr's Hostigos. Bonaventure University hosts the John F.
Carr Collection of material donated by Mr. Carr and includes edited drafts of his works, correspondence, unpublished short stories and novellas, promotional material for published works, and published books and magazines. The H. Carr, intends "to encourage new works in the tradition of H.
Beam Piper and to reissue most of his work in quality hardcover editions for future generations to enjoy.The Paratime yarns consist of the novel Lord Kalvan of Otherwhen, several short stories and novellas originally published between 19and collected in the collections Paratime and The Worlds of H. Beam Piper edited by John F. Carr, and the authorized Lord Kalvan of Otherwhen sequels by John. F. Carr and his occasional co-authors.