In the corridors of the ship, crewmen moved swiftly aboard the pods. The Mythmadness down there now is at Point Prime.

Last time, you acted like we were on some kind of picnic. Maxevitch, you and Devlin will move fast. ‘Rawley,’ he said to the biologist, ‘we’re going down. When the needle reached 100, he spoke again into the ship’s communication system. A needle quivered behind a barrier of glass and began to ascend a curved numerality that told its own esoteric story. Shannon studied the sensors on the control panel before him. The ship drifted down as if in search of the pellets that had just been released from it. In other parts of the ship, crewmen touched buttons or flicked switches, obedient and efficient. And when he walked, he limped, listing to the left a little, like a ship carrying unevenly distributed cargo.Īs he stood at the control panel of his ship, the orders he gave were familiar to his crew, and welcome.Īt once the hundreds of spherical pellets began to drop down upon the North New England minimegalopolis far below the hovering ship. On his face was a white-welted scar that slid from the corner of his right eye down the sloping path of his cheek to curve under his lower lip and give it an odd, angular lift. Paul’s House, Warwick Lane, London, EC4P 4AH by Cox & Wyman Ltd, London. Printed and bound in Great Britain for Coronet Books, Hodder Fawcett Ltd., St. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which this is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. The characters in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any living person. And the most powerful criminal in the starlanes wanted to own him - and the woman he hated.įirst published 1973. He was a pirate of the lowest sort - he stole human lives.

Because they had not learned that they had a child to lose - and had lost it to the Mythmaster. His victims often did not realise that they were pregnant. And she might never know that she had been violated. He released the trigger of his glowgas gun and left a harmless identifying mark on the girl’s forehead. She was wandering aimlessly down the steps of the building, her eyes focused on distant lands, her pale hands folded in front of her like those of a polite schoolgirl who knows the teacher is looking.

Mythmaster by Leo P. Kelley