John Victor Peterson

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John Victor Peterson,  The Lightning's Course

“ A twisted, bitter smile played on Del Andres' full, sensitive lips. Strange pain was etched on his dark, handsome face and in the black pools of his eyes flame burned. He remained silent.
"What are you thinking about, Del?"
"Battle—and death! War like we had in Alpha Centauri. A blaze of conquest like the Fall of Kackijakaala. What else is there to live for?"
"There are many things!"
"Not any more, Frederix. The years have been too cruel." The dark eyes were staring out into the night, thrusting aside the enfolding curtain of a dozen decades and many trillion miles of outer space.
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Source: Gutenberg

John Victor Peterson,  Second census (1957)

“ A split second later we heard a riveting machine burst of what was obviously Centaurian profanity coming down the shaft as the alien found the exit closed. Browne's fingers darted on the console, locking all the upstairs windows.
"Browne," I said, "what good will that do? If we do manage to corner him, just how long do you think we can stand up against him? With his speed he could evade us until doomsday, to say nothing about beating our brains out while we tried to land one, solid punch!"
Fitzgerald said, "If we can keep him on the run, maybe he'll get tired."
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Source: Gutenberg

John Victor Peterson,  The Gently Orbiting Blonde (1957)

“ The air-vents were doing it, the air currents from them pressing me into a more curving trajectory which would probably graze Gladys' orbit.
I was passing the chitchat bench. I flailed out for it, missed, and my movement seemed to twist my trajectory even more. I looked at Gladys and she was smiling warmly, welcomingly. I thought of Helene and felt like a louse. An airborne louse. Without wings, like a louse should be. You need wings to fly.
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Source: Gutenberg

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