{"product_id":"2940012202628","title":"One Purple Hope!","description":"Once he had been a tall, straight spaceman, free as the galaxies. Now Joel Latham was a tsith-addict, a beach-comber at Venusport. Maybe he'd get one last chance....\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis sleep-drugged mind was slow to respond. He was lying face down, he knew that. And he ought to get up. If he didn't get up he would drown. Something hot and heavy, like a huge hand, was pressing him deeper into the brackish mire. He pondered. Perhaps it were better to drown. For a moment he allowed himself the luxury of the thought, then decided against it. Plenty of time later for drowning. First there was something he had to do!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo it was that Joel Latham, Earthman, age thirty, occupation space drifter, avocation tsith drinker, awakened on this most momentous of mornings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMoaning in protest, he slowly rolled himself over. The sun slapped him hard against the eyes. He blinked against the pain and saw that he was still in Venusport; rather he was at the edge of the swamp near the sprawling compound. Overhead the ionic field was aglow, humming softly, beating back the obscurant mists.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe managed to stand up. Some of the pallid-faced gweels, out in the swamp, stopped their work to stare at him. Latham grimaced. Every fiber of him, especially his brain, seemed to have been squeezed dry. Then it came. He felt it coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The hammering nausea took him suddenly about the middle, bending him double.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'm an Earthman,\" Joel Latham groaned aloud. That was invariably the first reaction of the tsith hound, at least with Terrestrials who indulged in the deadly stuff; a piteous protest half in defiance, half in despair. The nausea reached up through his stomach, through his chest and into his throat. It became more than nausea. It grew thorns that stabbed inwardly, jagged edges that sawed away at his brain with a terrible need. He fell forward on hands and knees ... and that's when he saw the little Martian who crouched a few feet away, watching him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I went through mine a few minutes ago,\" the Martian said in a monotone. \"Yours will go away presently.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I know ... it will. Been through this ... before.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You obviously have. Many times.\"","brand":"eStar Books LLC","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47069077405936,"sku":"2940012202628","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012202628_p0.jpg?v=1763553527","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012202628","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}