2 Novels by Evelyn E. Smith
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Overview: Evelyn E. Smith was an American author of Science Fiction. During the fifties her works appeared regularly in magazines such as Galaxy and Fantastic Universe. In the eighties she wrote a number of novels featuring the character Miss Melville about a middle-aged assassin. She also wrote as Delphine C. Lyons and Christopher Grimm.
Genre: Fiction > Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Collector’s Item
"What I should like to know," Professor Bernardi said, gazing pensively after the lizard-man as he bore the shrieking form of Miss Anspacher off in his scaly arms, "is whether he is planning to eat her or make love to her. Because, in the latter instance, I’m not sure we should interfere. It may be her only chance."
"Carl!" his wife cried indignantly. "That’s a horrid thing to say! You must rescue her at once!"
"Oh, I suppose so," he said, then gave his wife a nasty little grin that he knew would irritate her. "It isn’t that she’s unattractive, my dear, in case you hadn’t noticed, though she’s pretty well past the bloom of youth–"
"Will you stop making leering noises and go save her or not?"
"I was coming to that. It’s just that she persists in using her Ph.D. as a club to beat men into respectful pulps. Men don’t like being beaten into respectful pulps, whether by a man or a woman. Now if she’d only learned that other people have feelings–"
Helpfully Yours
Tarb Morfatch had read all the information on Terrestrial customs that was available in the Times morgue before she’d left Fizbus. And all through the journey she’d studied her Brief Introduction to Terrestrial Manners and Mores avidly. Perhaps it was a bit overinspirational in spots, but it had facts in it, too.
So she knew that, since the natives were non-alate, she was not to take wing on Earth. She had, however, forgotten to correlate the knowledge of their winglessness with her own vertical habits. As a result, on leaving the tender that had ferried her down from the Moon, she looked up instead of right and narrowly escaped death at the jaws of a raging groundcar that swerved out onto the field.
She recognized it as a taxi from one of the pictures in the handbook. It was a pity, she thought sadly as she was knocked off her feet, that all those lessons she had so carefully learned were to go to waste.
But it was only the wind of the car’s passage that had thrown her down. As she struggled to get up, hampered by her awkward native skirts, the door of the taxi flew open. A tall young man—a Fizbian—burst out, the soft yellowish-green down on his handsome face bristling with fright until each feather stood out separately.
“Miss Morfatch! Are you all right?”
“Just—just a little shaky,” she murmured, brushing dirt from her rosy leg feathers. Too young to be Drosmig; too good-looking to be anyone important, she thought glumly. Must be the office boy.
To her surprise, he didn’t help her up. Probably it would violate some native taboo if he did, she deduced. The handbook hadn’t mentioned anything that seemed to apply, but, after all, a little book like that couldn’t cover everything…
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