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Scienti Snaps, v. 1, issue 2, Spring 1938
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SCIENTI-SNAPS Page 7 As a few gray streaks appeared in the east, the great purple hulk of Akha returned to the temple. After a few moments, Stima followed. As he entered, several priests stared at his bloodly form in astonishment. Evidently they thought he was merely an early worshiper and went about their various duties. Akha once again crouched immobile upon his carved throne. Stima advanced slowly across the giant room, passed the customary place of prostration, and ascended the dais. A priest shouted a warning, others took up the cry; Akha's eyes flickered downward in amazement. A gleam came suddenly to his eyes, a gleam not unlike fear. He bounded to his feet. At that moment Stima struck, threw his entire weight against the monster's legs. The giant form tottered, stumbled, and then fell headlong. The building shook as the idol hit the floor, thundered into a million flying chunks of rock. For a single short moment Stima stood like an avenging god, staring down at the debris. An armored gaurd near the arched portal drew back a heavy bow. A long feathered shaft plunged in Stima's body with a dull thud. As he fell a face floated before his eyes, the face of the little girl-priestess. "Coming!" he breathed softly. "I'll soon be with you." THE END ********************************* Another story by Henry Haskel Hunter is coming up next month, this time science fiction. Don't miss it!!! Also, don't fail to read about our new Scienti-Publication, "Science-Fantasy Movie Review", on the last page of this magazine. ***********************
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SCIENTI-SNAPS Page 7 As a few gray streaks appeared in the east, the great purple hulk of Akha returned to the temple. After a few moments, Stima followed. As he entered, several priests stared at his bloodly form in astonishment. Evidently they thought he was merely an early worshiper and went about their various duties. Akha once again crouched immobile upon his carved throne. Stima advanced slowly across the giant room, passed the customary place of prostration, and ascended the dais. A priest shouted a warning, others took up the cry; Akha's eyes flickered downward in amazement. A gleam came suddenly to his eyes, a gleam not unlike fear. He bounded to his feet. At that moment Stima struck, threw his entire weight against the monster's legs. The giant form tottered, stumbled, and then fell headlong. The building shook as the idol hit the floor, thundered into a million flying chunks of rock. For a single short moment Stima stood like an avenging god, staring down at the debris. An armored gaurd near the arched portal drew back a heavy bow. A long feathered shaft plunged in Stima's body with a dull thud. As he fell a face floated before his eyes, the face of the little girl-priestess. "Coming!" he breathed softly. "I'll soon be with you." THE END ********************************* Another story by Henry Haskel Hunter is coming up next month, this time science fiction. Don't miss it!!! Also, don't fail to read about our new Scienti-Publication, "Science-Fantasy Movie Review", on the last page of this magazine. ***********************
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