Read Ebook: Earth's Maginot Line by Paetzke Roy
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The analyst flushed. "No."
"I didn't think so."
"You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child," Steinhart went on doggedly. "You were a solitary, a lonely child."
Kimball was watching the sky again.
Silence. The rumble of the tires on the packed sand of the road, the murmur of the command car's engine, spinning oilily, and lit by tiny sunbright flashes deep in the hollows of the hot metal.
Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.
They topped the last hillock and dropped down into the lighted bowl of the launching site. The rocket towered, winged and monstrously checkered in white and orange, against the first flickerings of the false dawn.
They were his sisters, Rose and Margaret. Older than he at fifteen and seventeen. But they walked by the river and into danger. Behind him he could hear the rustling sound of the Plant Men as the evening breeze came up.
"Kimm-eeeee--"
They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far down the river. "Kimmmmm--eeeeeeeeee--"
He knew he should answer them, but he did not. Behind him he could hear the awful Plant Men approaching. He shivered with delicious horror.
He stood very still, listening to his sisters talking, letting their voices carry down to where he hid from the dangers of the Valley Dor.
"Where is that little brat, anyway?"
"Cracked--just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you AN-swer!"
Something died in him. It wasn't a faucet, it WAS a radium pistol. He looked at his sisters with dismay. They weren't really his sisters. They were Therns, with their yellow hair and their pale skins. He and John Carter and Tars Tarkas had fought them many times, piling their bodies for barricades and weav
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