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C. L. (Catherine Lucile) Moore
Catherine Lucile Moore (1911–1987) was an influential American science fiction and fantasy writer, best known for her pioneering work in the genres. She is most famous for her character Jirel of Joiry, one of the first female protagonists in sword-and-sorcery fiction, introduced in "Black God's Kiss" (1934). Along with her solo works, Moore collaborated with her husband, Henry Kuttner, on many stories under various pseudonyms. Her notable works include the collection "Shambleau and Others" (1953) and the novel "Judgment Night" (1952), which showcase her imaginative, atmospheric storytelling.
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Beneath him the clovered hill-slope was warm in the sun. Northwest Smith moved his shoulders against the earth and closed his eyes, breathing so deeply that the gun holstered upon his chest drew tight against its strap as he drank the fragrance of Earth and clover warm in the sun. Here in the hollow of the hills, willow-shaded, pillowed upon clover and the lap of Earth, he let his breath run out in a...
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Over time-ruined Illar the searching planes swooped and circled. Northwest Smith, peering up at them with a steel-pale stare from the shelter of a half-collapsed temple, thought of vultures wheeling above carrion. All day long now they had been raking these ruins for him. Presently, he knew, thirst would begin to parch his throat and hunger to gnaw at him. There was neither food nor water in these...
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