Books author - "Edward Elmer Smith"

"Oil!" Deston exclaimed, involuntarily, as everything fell into place in his mind. The way she walked; poetry in motion ... the oil-witch ... two empires ... more millions than he had dimes.... "Oh, you're Barbara Warner, then.""Why, of course; but my friends call me 'Bobby'. Didn't you--but of course you didn't--you never read passenger lists. If you did, you'd've got a tingle, too." "I got plenty of tingle without reading, believe me. However, I never

ender, and your planet will be allowed to serve us. Refuse, or even hesitate, and every individual of your race shall die.""Worm? Masters? Land my ship?" The young Arisian's thought was pure curiosity, with no tinge of fear, dismay, or awe. "Surrender? Serve you? I seem to be receiving your thought without ambiguity, but your meaning is entirely...." "Address me as 'Your Supremacy'," the All-Highest directed, coldly. "Land now or die now--this is your

"Running this project is my business, not yours; and if there's any one thing in the entire universe it does not need, it's a female exhibitionist. Besides your obvious qualifications to be one of the Eves in case of Ultimate Contingency...." he broke off and stared at her, his contemptuous gaze traveling slowly, dissectingly, from her toes to the topmost wave of her hair-do. "Forty-two, twenty, forty?" he sneered. "You flatter me." Her glare was an almost tangible