Still, Cold Pale Eyes

Still, Cold Pale Eyes

Early evening, an hour or two before twilight, the heat wave dropped from the "Grey Planet," in the Dark Galaxy. Tangor lay in his bunk within his spacecraft watching and listening to the landing and the glare of the back engines as they descended, Arallets was the pilot, the rains loud fury that had been a moment before and it drumming fierce echoing had come to a halt. They had landed in a grave and barren area, where the Jawbone Human beings lived, Arallets wanted her revenge for her mother's death, and she wanted genocide, to bring turmoil to the whole Jawbone race, and then eradicate them, one and all. She looked at her lover, her travel mate, Tangor with: still, cold, pale eyes-
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