Books author - "Henry Kuttner"
e at the desk-lamp. "F(t)--I mean, if you counted the kappa waves of my radio-atomic brain now, you'd be amazed how the frequency's increased." He paused thoughtfully. "F(t)," he added.Moving quite slowly, like a man under water, Martin lifted his glass and drank whiskey. Then, cautiously, he looked up at the robot again. "F(t)--" he said, paused, shuddered, and drank again. That did it. "I'm drunk," he said with an air of shaken relief. "That must
CHAPTER II. DRUMBEAT OF DEATH LUIZ WAS staring at Raft in surprise. "S'nhor?" Luiz said. "What?" Raft answered. "Did you speak?" "No." Raft let the lens fall back on da Fonseca's bare chest. Merriday was at his side. "The other man won't let me look at him," he said worriedly. "He's stubborn." "I'll talk to him," Raft said. He went out, trying not to think about that lens, that lovely, impossible face. Subjective, of course,
st the dragging tide.I lifted my sword -- threw the sheath away. I cut at the golden mists that fettered me. Under the ancient steel the shining fog-wraiths shuddered and were torn apart -- and drew back. There was a break in the humming harmony; for an instant, utter silence.- Then -- "Matholch!" the invisible whisperer cried. "Lord Matholch!" The wolf crouched, fangs bared. I aimed a cut at its snarling mask. It avoided the blow easily and sprang. It caught the blade
e at the desk-lamp. "F(t)--I mean, if you counted the kappa waves of my radio-atomic brain now, you'd be amazed how the frequency's increased." He paused thoughtfully. "F(t)," he added.Moving quite slowly, like a man under water, Martin lifted his glass and drank whiskey. Then, cautiously, he looked up at the robot again. "F(t)--" he said, paused, shuddered, and drank again. That did it. "I'm drunk," he said with an air of shaken relief. "That must
CHAPTER II. DRUMBEAT OF DEATH LUIZ WAS staring at Raft in surprise. "S'nhor?" Luiz said. "What?" Raft answered. "Did you speak?" "No." Raft let the lens fall back on da Fonseca's bare chest. Merriday was at his side. "The other man won't let me look at him," he said worriedly. "He's stubborn." "I'll talk to him," Raft said. He went out, trying not to think about that lens, that lovely, impossible face. Subjective, of course,
st the dragging tide.I lifted my sword -- threw the sheath away. I cut at the golden mists that fettered me. Under the ancient steel the shining fog-wraiths shuddered and were torn apart -- and drew back. There was a break in the humming harmony; for an instant, utter silence.- Then -- "Matholch!" the invisible whisperer cried. "Lord Matholch!" The wolf crouched, fangs bared. I aimed a cut at its snarling mask. It avoided the blow easily and sprang. It caught the blade