The Mummy!
Jane C. Loudon
Science fiction and gothicFree
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Short Fiction
Harry Harrison was a science fiction author with a long career from the 1950s through to the beginning of the twenty-first century. His novels and short stories blend science fiction and adventure, always with a focus on the characters over the technology. Harrison’s love for the genre led him to write more than a hundred short stories and fifty novels, with stints as an anthology editor and writer of sci-fi history. Often, the themes Harrison explores are familiar ones: stories of robots bound by internal laws (“The Velvet Glove,” “Arm of the Law”), societal changes as a science (“The K-Factor”), and parallel universes (“Down to Earth”). But it’s his protagonists who, with their quick thinking and non-conformist moralities, take center stage. Collected here are Harrison’s short stories that are currently known to have passed into the U.S. public domain, arranged in order of publication, with the exception of “The Stainless Steel Rat” and “The Misplaced Battleship” which were later combined to form the basis of the novel The Stainless Steel Rat.
- Genre
- Science fiction and gothic
- Language
- English
- Format
- EPUB
- Size
- 791 KB
What's inside
- An Artist’s Life
- Navy Day
- The Velvet Glove
- The Repairman
- Arm of the Law
- The K-Factor
- Toy Shop
- Down to Earth
A look inside
A busman’s holiday. A real busman’s holiday. I stay on the moon for a year, I paint pictures there for three hundred and sixty-five days —then the first thing I do back on Earth is go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at more paintings. Brent smiled to himself. It had better be worthwhile.
He looked up the immense stretch of granite steps. They shimmered slightly in the intense August sun. He took a deep breath and shifted the cane to his right hand. Slowly he dragged himself up the steps … they seemed to stretch away into the oven like infinity.
He was almost there … a few more steps would do it. The cane caught between two of the steps, shifting his balance, and he was suddenly falling.
The woman standing in the shade at the top of the steps screamed. She had watched since he first climbed out of the cab. Brent Dalgreen, the famous painter, everyone recognized the tanned young face under bristly hair burned silver white by the raw radiation of space. The papers had told how his stay on the moon had weakened his muscles from low gravity. He had climbed painfully up the steps and now he was rolling hopelessly down them. She screamed again and again.
They carried him into the first aid room. “Gravity weakness,” he told the nurse. “I’ll be all right.”
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