Robert Sheckley,
One Man's Poison
“ Casker growled.Hellman shook himself out of his reverie.The planet was like a round gray-brown porcupine. The spines of a million needle-sharp mountains glittered in the red dwarf's feeble light. And as they spiraled lower, circling the planet, the pointed mountains seemed to stretch out to meet them."It can't be all mountains," Hellman said. ”
