{"product_id":"2940015412413","title":"SEX LIFE OF THE GODS","description":"FOREWORD\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe left the mother ship and headed for Terra; he smiled at the\u003cbr\u003einstrument panel and watched the operation of the big scout ship as it\u003cbr\u003erocketed toward the light ribbon of atmosphere that enveloped the\u003cbr\u003eplanet. It was a joke, in a way. In a manner of speaking, he was the\u003cbr\u003efirst Terran to fly an alien space ship, but he wasn't thinking of that.\u003cbr\u003eHe was thinking of the woman, Elizabeth Danson of Everett, Pennsylvania.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe was waiting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd he could see the warmth of her body, sheathed in the web-like gown\u003cbr\u003ethat seemed spun over her turgid breasts and curved hips by an army of\u003cbr\u003eartistic spiders. It would not be a hard thing to love a woman like\u003cbr\u003ethat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis fingers curled about the controls, his feet working the rudder\u003cbr\u003epedals of the screaming ship as he headed for the strange darkness of\u003cbr\u003ethe Atlantic Ocean. The space ship was operating well and the Earth\u003cbr\u003elifted her curved bosom to meet his rush.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrouble came early. The danger lights flickered in his eyes and the fear\u003cbr\u003ewelled up within him like a flood. Fifteen hundred miles an hour and the\u003cbr\u003escout ship was out of control! The behavior of the craft was erratic, as\u003cbr\u003ethough a giant hand was slapping the silver belly as he plummeted toward\u003cbr\u003ethe ball of the earth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDesperately he tried to reduce the speed of the hurtling ship, his\u003cbr\u003efingers working the buttons and levers in a frenzy of determination. The\u003cbr\u003ecraft refused to respond. She whipped into a cloud bank, headed for the\u003cbr\u003esea, lifted suddenly and whirled back toward space.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn an agony of fear he realized that he no longer was the master of the\u003cbr\u003espace ship - he was a prisoner in a violent, uncontrollable meteor that\u003cbr\u003ewould finally slam him into infinity against the very earth that was to\u003cbr\u003ebe home...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       *       *       *       *       *\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the early hours of morning, Jean Renault of Nova Scotia fingered the\u003cbr\u003ewheel of his fifty foot boat through the grey ground swells of the Grand\u003cbr\u003eBanks, almost to the place where he would cast his nets into the water.\u003cbr\u003eThe overcast sky was refusing to emit the sunlight and a light mist hung\u003cbr\u003eover the sea like a disjointed ghost. When Jean heard the whirring roar\u003cbr\u003eof the ship, it was too late. The silver streak whipped over his fishing\u003cbr\u003eboat with all the furies of the gods, and nearly tore his steadying sail\u003cbr\u003eaway. Muttering a string of French curses, Jean picked up his radio\u003cbr\u003etelephone and reported in violent tones the presence of the jet to the\u003cbr\u003eCoast Guard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       *       *       *       *       *\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the half-light of early dawn, the United States and Canada whirled\u003cbr\u003ewith reports upon the strange craft. The CQ of the National Defense\u003cbr\u003esystem began systematically pinpointing the track of the strange craft\u003cbr\u003eas it raked across the adumbral sky.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen, it was gone!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe rocketing ship had appeared over one observation station near Lake\u003cbr\u003eOntario. It had been spotted by a CD worker near Auburn, N.Y., then it\u003cbr\u003ewas gone. The last observation of the craft showed it flying an erratic\u003cbr\u003etrack toward the mountain country of Pennsylvania.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt CQ operations office, in Washington D.C., Lt. Colonel Martin Griswold\u003cbr\u003etossed the last report on his desk and pinched his lower lip\u003cbr\u003ethoughtfully. Colonel Delbert, sitting across from him, looked serious.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's out of control,\" he mused. \"And it isn't one of ours. Russian?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Might be.\" He looked at the rugged country along the Pennsylvania, New\u003cbr\u003eYork map for a moment, then he picked up the phone on his desk. \"This is\u003cbr\u003eColonel Griswold. Get me the Pentagon.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt 0930 a special plane left Washington, bound for the town in northern\u003cbr\u003ePennsylvania that had been chosen as a base of operations. On board the\u003cbr\u003eplane were the Secret Service men who were to track down the crashed\u003cbr\u003eship.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were several hours too late...","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47157520302320,"sku":"2940015412413","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015412413","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}