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Take one fifty-year-old man with a brain of a twelve-year-old who was dying of
myasthenia gravis. Take the body of one Jarp whose head had been crushed. Add
. . . some other things. Mix that together and put what was left into the tank
for awhile. Play with various combinations of arms, legs, mouths and "mouths",
tentacles, genitals, and pseudopods until a suitable combination is achieved.
Feed in memories and "memories"-some true, some false. Take it out of the
tank. Voila! SPACEWAYS #1 OF ALIEN BONDAGE #2 CORUNDUM'S WOMAN #3
ESCAPE FROM MACHO #4 SATANA ENSLAVED #5 MASTER OF MISFIT #6 PURRFECT
PLUNDER #7 THE MANHUNTRESS #8 UNDER TWIN SUNS #9 IN QUEST OF
QALARA #10 THE YOKE OF SHEN #11 THE ICEWORLD CONNECTION BERKLEY
BOOKS, NEW YORK The poem Scarlet Hills copyright (c) 1982 by Ann Morris; used
by permission of author. SPACEWAYS #11: THE ICEWORLD CONNECTION A Berkley
Book / published by arrangement with the author PRINTING HISTORY Berkley
edition / May 1983 All rights reserved. Copyright (c) 1983 by John
Cleve. Cover illustration by Ken Barr. This book may not be reproduced in
whole or in part, by mimeograph or any other means, without permission. For
information address: Berkley Publishing Corporation. 200 Madison Avenue, New
York, New York, 10016. ISBN: 0-425-06067-5 A BERKLEY BOOK (r) TM 757,375 The
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Jay and Vol, comers through A: All planets are not shown. B: Map is not
to scale, because of the vast distances between stars. SCARLET
HILLS Alas, fair ones, my time has come. I must depart your lovely home-
Seek the bounds of this galaxy. To find what lies beyond. (chorus) Scarlet
hills and amber skies, Gentlebeings with loving eyes; All these I leave to
search for a dream That will cure the wand'rer in me. You say it must be
glamorous For those who travel out through space. You know not the dark,
endless night Nor the solitude we face. (reprise chorus) I know not of my
journey's end Nor the time nor toll it will have me spend. But I must see
what I've never seen And know what I've never known. Scarlet hills and amber
skies, Gentlebeings with loving eyes; All these I leave to search for a
dream That will cure the wand'rer in me. -Ann Morris I believe fervently in
our species and have no patience with the current fashion of running down the
human being. On the contrary, we are a spectacular, splendid manifestation of
life. We matter. We are the newest, youngest, brightest thing around. -Lewis
Thomas, The Medusa and the Snail One problem with the Galactics-these "human
beings''-is that they think they are the brightest thing in the universe, and
that they somehow matter.' -Carnadyne of Ice world, Memoirs 1 Penejac's eyes
missed nothing as he walked boldly along the stark plasteel corridor of the
enemy ship. He made no attempt to hide or skulk. The bright lights and the
crowded ship-tunnels had become familiar to him. A big man and strong, he was
a welcome addition to the crew of these . . . slime. His scarred face was set
deep in thought. His image was that of icy calm, a man with a job to do. A man
who was doing it well. That was what Penejac showed. Inside were the dark
tendrils of nervousness and apprehension, all too familiar. Maybe even a