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Fantasite, v. 1, issue 4, July 1941
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THE FANTASITE 6 The World Accursed By Samuel D. Russell Near the center of one tremendous galaxy there burns a certain yellow star, the mother of several planets. Though similar to many others of its physical type, it enjoys a gruesome notoriety. Among all the myriad spheres of our universe, with their manifold[[?]] civilizations, this single sun-system is held in utter abhorrence and loathing, and most especially the third planet of that system. All the far traveling vessels of space shun and avoid that drifting speck in the cosmos, and the inhabitants of the most remote celestial bodies know it as a world accursed. Alone and unmourned, it rides the ether on its unscrutable journey to infinity, a symbol of all that life and reason find repellant. Only once in its history has it been visited by beings from another world, and it was the findings of those visitors that caused it to be forever anathematized. They were of the race known as the Nolari, which had come originally from the fifth planet of a blue-white sun near the outer edge of the galaxy. Now, however, their colonies embraced suns in every quarter of that island universe, and their ships of exploration were making surveys of every planet. It was inevitable that they should come, sooner or later, to the third world of the yellow sun. And so one day the hazy blue atmosphere of that world was cleaved by five spherical vessels, descending from the cold darkness of outer space. The shops separated and flew to different parts of the continents that were on the daylit hemisphere, for most of the surface of this new globe was covered with water. For a time each sphere floated along through the air, while the visitors studied the terrain below, noting such things as the character of the soil, the degree of erosion, and the extent of vegetation. And the light of the yellow sun glistened brightly on the silvery sides of the vessels, making them flash and sparkle in the sky like flying drops of quicksilver. Finally, they descended, one by one, and alighted on the peaks of the highest mountains that could be discerned; for the Nolari had learned from experience that inimical forms of life seldom dwell in the great mountain ranges of a planet. The huge gleaming bubble that was the commanding vessel of the expedition came slowly to rest upon a towering, snowy crag not far from the misty blue expanse of the sea. Then forth from a round aperture in the side of the sphere floated eight figures. Wondrously graceful and beautiful to behold were the Nolari, with slim flashing bodies of ivory hue and broad fan-shaped wings that trembled ecstatically with every change of emotion in the owner. About the head of each explorer was a transparent globe, within which he could breathe the air of his native planet, rather than the poisonous effluvium of this unknown world. And they were clothed in silver garments, with curious markings on them in red and blue and gold. Down from the snowy heights swooped the visitors on outstretched wings, and in their brilliant faceted eyes sparkled the light of an eager anticipation. For although the Nolari had explored very many worlds and had seen sights prodigious beyond belief, they knew that each new planet held marvels
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THE FANTASITE 6 The World Accursed By Samuel D. Russell Near the center of one tremendous galaxy there burns a certain yellow star, the mother of several planets. Though similar to many others of its physical type, it enjoys a gruesome notoriety. Among all the myriad spheres of our universe, with their manifold[[?]] civilizations, this single sun-system is held in utter abhorrence and loathing, and most especially the third planet of that system. All the far traveling vessels of space shun and avoid that drifting speck in the cosmos, and the inhabitants of the most remote celestial bodies know it as a world accursed. Alone and unmourned, it rides the ether on its unscrutable journey to infinity, a symbol of all that life and reason find repellant. Only once in its history has it been visited by beings from another world, and it was the findings of those visitors that caused it to be forever anathematized. They were of the race known as the Nolari, which had come originally from the fifth planet of a blue-white sun near the outer edge of the galaxy. Now, however, their colonies embraced suns in every quarter of that island universe, and their ships of exploration were making surveys of every planet. It was inevitable that they should come, sooner or later, to the third world of the yellow sun. And so one day the hazy blue atmosphere of that world was cleaved by five spherical vessels, descending from the cold darkness of outer space. The shops separated and flew to different parts of the continents that were on the daylit hemisphere, for most of the surface of this new globe was covered with water. For a time each sphere floated along through the air, while the visitors studied the terrain below, noting such things as the character of the soil, the degree of erosion, and the extent of vegetation. And the light of the yellow sun glistened brightly on the silvery sides of the vessels, making them flash and sparkle in the sky like flying drops of quicksilver. Finally, they descended, one by one, and alighted on the peaks of the highest mountains that could be discerned; for the Nolari had learned from experience that inimical forms of life seldom dwell in the great mountain ranges of a planet. The huge gleaming bubble that was the commanding vessel of the expedition came slowly to rest upon a towering, snowy crag not far from the misty blue expanse of the sea. Then forth from a round aperture in the side of the sphere floated eight figures. Wondrously graceful and beautiful to behold were the Nolari, with slim flashing bodies of ivory hue and broad fan-shaped wings that trembled ecstatically with every change of emotion in the owner. About the head of each explorer was a transparent globe, within which he could breathe the air of his native planet, rather than the poisonous effluvium of this unknown world. And they were clothed in silver garments, with curious markings on them in red and blue and gold. Down from the snowy heights swooped the visitors on outstretched wings, and in their brilliant faceted eyes sparkled the light of an eager anticipation. For although the Nolari had explored very many worlds and had seen sights prodigious beyond belief, they knew that each new planet held marvels
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