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The Colors of Space

Marion Zimmer Bradley · 2007

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  1. 01Front matter
  2. 02CHAPTER ONE
  3. 03CHAPTER TWO
  4. 04CHAPTER THREE
  5. 05CHAPTER FOUR
  6. 06CHAPTER FIVE
  7. 07CHAPTER SIX
  8. 08CHAPTER SEVEN
  9. 09CHAPTER EIGHT
  10. 10CHAPTER NINE
  11. 11CHAPTER TEN
  12. 12CHAPTER ELEVEN
  13. 13CHAPTER TWELVE
  14. 14CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  15. 15CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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                 _A Juvenile Science Fiction Novel_

                        THE COLORS OF SPACE

                       Marion Zimmer Bradley

MONARCH BOOKS, INC. Derby, Connecticut

Published in August, 1963 Copyright 1963 by Marion Zimmer Bradley

[Transcriber's note: This is a rule 6 clearance. PG has not been able to find a copyright renewal.]

Cover Painting by Ralph Brillhart

Monarch Books are published by MONARCH BOOKS, INC., Capital Building, Derby, Connecticut, and represent the works of outstanding novelists and writers of non-fiction especially chosen for their literary merit and reading entertainment.

Printed in the United States of America All Rights Reserved

To DAVID STEPHEN

SUDDEN PANIC

It was a week before the Lhari ship went into warp-drive, and all that time young Bart Steele had stayed in his cabin. He was so bored with his own company that the Mentorian medic was a welcome sight when he came to prepare him for cold-sleep.

The Mentorian paused, needle in hand. "Do you wish to be wakened for the time we shall spend in each of the three star systems, sir? You can, of course, be given enough drug to keep you in cold-sleep until we reach your destination."

Bart felt tempted--he wanted very much to see the other star systems. But he couldn't risk meeting other passengers.

The needle went into his arm. In sudden panic, he realized he was helpless. The ship would touch down on three worlds, and on any of them the Lhari might have his description, or his alias! He could be taken off, unconscious, and might never wake up! He tried to move, to protest, but he couldn't. There was a freezing moment of intense cold and then nothing....