Boyd Ellanby

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Boyd Ellanby The Star Lord

Take a stroll with me, and bring back to an old man a brief illusion of youth."
"But you'll never be old!" she said affectionately. "You're still the most fascinating man on the ship."
Like every other man in the room, Alan watched with envious eyes as Tanya took the professor's arm and sauntered to the door, the heavy taffeta skirts of her pearl-gray gown swishing and rustling as she walked.
Within the sealed hulk of the Star Lord the twenty-four Piles silently did their work, out of sight, out of the thoughts of the passengers.
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Boyd Ellanby The Star Lord

Life on the Star Lord was the only reality.
She moved through the uncharted realms of hyperspace, travelling in one hour's time as measured by earth watches, more than twenty light years distance, if measured in the units of real space. The ship itself was quiet. The vibration of the takeoff had ended in a moment, and now the passengers could hear no noise and hum of motors, could feel no motion against swelling waves, no battering against a barrier of uneven air. The artificial gravity induced a sense of security as absolute as though the ship were resting on living rock.
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Boyd Ellanby The Star Lord

Again the door burst open, and a crewman ran in.
"Captain Evans, sir. Piles Fourteen and Fifteen have started to heat. They're already at critical level."
"Dump them!"
The phone buzzed, and Evans listened with a face which was turning a graveyard gray.
"If you can hold them down, keep them. If they pass the critical point, shoot them away." Turning, he looked straight into the dilated eyes of Jasperson, and spoke as if every word were a knife thrusting into the pudgy body.
"Every one of the Piles is starting to heat. Every last one. One life boat is lost.
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