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Joseph J. Millard

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A desperate pilot trapped on a dead moon fights for survival against an unforgiving void. Classic pulp sci-fi from a master!



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COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

CRASH ON VIAR, by Joseph J. Millard

COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

Copyright © 1942 by Joseph J. Millard

Originally published in ThrillingMystery, Feb. 1942.

Although in the public domain in the United States, this

classic work work remains in copyright in Spain, Switzerland,

Brazil, Mexico, Spain and many other countries.

This is the only edition authorized by the author’s estate.

Published by Wildside Press LLC.

wildsidepress.com

CRASH ON VIAR,by Joseph J. Millard

Thorne insisted there was nothing outside the shell of the wrecked space cruiser—no air, no pressure, no heat, no light. Only utter, absolute nothingness lay above the mineral-dust surface of dead Viar, third moon of Votan, the last planet beyond Pluto.

But Jackson knew better. There was something outside. Death waited patiently, unrelentingly, hovering above the wrecked craft on black, silent wings. This was death’s domain. It was only a matter of time until these two rash microcosms of life, unwilling invaders, should yield themselves to death’s mandates.

Jackson knew this. Feeling the feather touch of death’s exploring fingers against his brain, he shivered as he watched Thorne make one last hopeless try for contact with life’s outpost.

“If I could stretch transmission range just a fraction of a parsec more,” Thorne muttered through set teeth, “I could reach the guard station on Pluto. I’m going to try to overpower this rig long enough to get a call through. It may blow out instantly, of course, but I don’t see that even then we’d be any worse off than we are now.”