Werwile of the Crystal Crypt
Originally published in PLANET STORIES, Summer, 1948
Gardner F Fox
His black science threatened the whole cosmos. Against him frail Princess Nuala thrust her ancient knowledge—but he sneeringly smashed that. And space-toughened Clark Travis stood by helplessly. Of what use here was a pair of ready fists?
HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER He admitted that, now. Listening to the spacemen in Trixon and Cleg would have saved his skin. They told him that Flormaseron was a hellhole where Creation had run mad. The only thing was, even they hadn't known how bad it was. Clark Travis worked the walnut stud of his still disintegrator hopefully, but when it sputtered he gave it up.
The arklings were coming for him. Through the opening in the stone traceries of the ancient doorway, he saw the red aura that floated over them as they came up the stone ramp. Clark turned and ran along the sloping floor, down into the black, labyrinthine windings of the ancient city. His space-booted feet made soft, slapping sounds. His beam-light cast a white brilliant glow ahead of him. He ran past several intersecting corridors before he skidded around a corner into one.Read More