H. B. Hickey

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H. B. Hickey Daughters of Doom

Murchison paused between blows of his hammer, as though to wipe sweat from his brow.
“Since you seem in a hurry,” he said, “I will tell it in brief. You are in the center of a planet whose evil people are engaged in one enterprise: the conquering and subjugating of our universe.”
“I thought that might be it,” Ben nodded. “But subjugating billions of people may prove tougher than they think.”
“Their intention is to reduce our population so it can be easily handled. And I can assure you that these women are perfectly capable of slaughtering as many people as they think necessary.
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H. B. Hickey Daughters of Doom

His own ship, the Rapier, was at the very end of the last line.
Beyond was a vast army of men, both rosy skinned and hairy, at work on a gigantic excavation project. Great power shovels scooped load after load of earth. But most of the work was being done by the men who labored with primitive pick and shovel.
Above the sound of digging rose the sharp voices of the giant women of Teris, each with a battalion under her command. As far as Ben’s eyes could reach men were digging at the ground.
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H. B. Hickey Daughters of Doom

They were an odd pair, the woman towering well above ten feet but perfectly formed, her skin the color of pink marble; the man more beast than human. The women of Saturn were as tall as she, Ben had time to think, but not nearly as beautiful.
“Welcome to Teris, Ben Sessions,” she said. Her smile was the smile of the serpent of Eden.
“You’re pretty resourceful yourself,” Ben grinned.
He had carried no papers except a blanket permit from Interstellar Flight. He wondered if the precaution he and Carson had taken would prove to be in vain. The woman spoke again.
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