Comet's Burial

by Gallun Raymond Z. (Creator)

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32 pages, Paperback

First published June 1, 2011

Reviews

[William · Rating 4 out of 5]

Entertaining space listening 🎶🔰

Another will written fantasy space Sci-Fi adventure thriller short story by Raymond Z. Gallun about two criminals who steal a spaceship and travel to an asteroid which they steer into the moon 🌙. I would recommend this novella to readers of space fantasy novels 👍🔰. Enjoy the adventure of novels and books 👍 📚. 2022

[Susan Molloy · Rating 5 out of 5]

✔️Published in Science Fiction Stories 1953 (month unknown.
🖊 My review: This is a short science fiction story filled with high drama and adventure. “A man may be a scoundrel, a crook, a high-phased confidence man, and still work toward a great dream which will be worth far more than the momentary damage his swindles cost.” A question is, 📌 Would I read this again? Probably, since it is well-written and has a good plot.

🟣 Media form: Kindle version.
🟢 Media form: Project Gutenberg .
🔲 Excerpts :

🔸They found two human corpses. One had been crushed in a long fall, his spacesuit ripped open; he was a blackened mummy. The other was a freckled youth, coffined in his armor. Failure of its air-rejuvenator unit had caused asphyxia.

🔸Krell's death was part of the turning tide. He was found in Tycho Station, head smashed by a boot-sole of metal; it was good that Brinker was in prison, because his name was printed into Krell's skull. Who did it? Neither Brinker nor Copeland cared very much.

🔸Copeland chuckled at the end. His vagabond blood was singing. He was also pitching a come-on at Brinker, for he'd seen him with some letters while they were prisoners. Copeland had glimpsed the name and address of the writer: Dorothy Wells, the big nurse that Brinker had known at Tycho Station. She was in Marsport now. "By gosh—I guess I'll go too, Cope!" Brinker rumbled. Looking back, Brinker thought it sort of funny that they were pals. He laughed.

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