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PREFACE
CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4-5-6-7
CHAPTER-8-9
CHAPTER-10-11
CHAPTER-12-13-14-15
CHAPTER-16-17
CHAPTER-18-19
CHAPTER-20-21-22
CHAPTER-23-24-25
CHAPTER-26-27-28
CHAPTER-29-30
CHAPTER-31.1
CHAPTER-31.2
CHAPTER-31.3
CHAPTER-32
CHAPTER-33
CHAPTER-34-35-36-37-38
CHAPTER-39-40-41-42
CHAPTER-43-44-45
CHAPTER-46-47
CHAPTER-48
CHAPTER-49-50
CHAPTER-51
CHAPTER-52-53
The Sex Life of the Gods. Michael Knerr. CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18

already dressed, awaited him. 

 

"How's your head?" Narvi asked. 

 

"Fine." 

 

"Let's go, then." 

 

They walked, wordlessly, out to the barn. The blond snapped on a small 

light near the scout ship and Lors went up close to examine it. 

 

"Climb in," Narvi invited. "I have to scan the area and make sure no one 

will see the take-off." 

 

Lors leaped to the cockpit and opened the plastic-dome; he dropped 

lithely into the seat, his feet moving automatically to the rudder 

pedals, his hands impatiently fingering the controls. So much was coming 

back. So many remembrances with each second of time. He was _not_ 

Nicholas Howard Danson, and he had never been! He was Firstspacer Lors 

of the 8th. Terran Command, and he felt his heart thrill to the 

knowledge of who he was and where he was. It was slow, this strange 

process of regaining his mind, but it was coming along. He would soon be 

whole again, no longer some freak caught in the vortex between two 

worlds. 

 

"Ready?" Narvi asked, slipping into the seat beside him and pulling the 

cockpit shield into place. 

 

"Ready. Where's the starship?" 

 

"Bearing 204.5, off-planet. We'll be there in no time." 

 

The barn door swung open as Narvi started the scout ship and they moved 

out into the night, hovering a foot off the barn floor until they were 

outside. 

 

Narvi conned the ship, working the verti-control expertly and the 

little craft whistled upward at a gentle speed. The radar screen before 

them disclosed no aircraft in the area. Narvi grinned at Lors and shoved 

the speed control forward, working the elevators with his other hand and 

the scout ship streaked into the night sky. 

 

Home. 

 

Lors, watching the screen, saw the oblong shape of the mother ship blurp 

into view and called out its position to his friend. At once, Narvi 

altered the course, whipping the scout ship onto a collision bearing. 

When they were close enough, they used their signal and heard it 

answered. 

 

The ship slipped in easily as the port opened in the starship's side. 

Narvi guided the craft in with tender hands and settled it gently on the 

floor. A positioner hooked a line to the ship and pulled it quickly into 

the repair bins. A light winked in the wall. The area was again 

pressurized. 

 

They climbed out and dropped to the floor as a crew of repair men went 

to work on the ship. Narvi slapped Lors on the arm. 

 

"I'm going below for a drink. Join Me?" 

 

Lors shook his head. "No, thanks. I might be down a bit later, but right 

now I'd best talk to the Commander." 

 

"Right. Just don't tell him that you're thinking of jilting his only 

daughter for an alien, or he'll turn four different shades of purple." 

 

Lors grinned and watched the big blond stride away to the elevator that 


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