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Gerald Allan Sohl
Gerald Allan Sohl (1913–2002) was an American writer known for his work in science fiction, fantasy, and television screenwriting. He authored several novels, including "The Haploids," "The Time Dissolver," and "The Altered Ego," often exploring themes of futuristic technology and human psychology. Sohl also contributed scripts to popular TV series such as "The Twilight Zone", "Star Trek", and "Alfred Hitchcock Presents". His writing is recognized for blending speculative fiction with social commentary, making him a respected figure in mid-20th century genre fiction.
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lice McNearby was washing breakfast dishes and looking out the kitchen window at the November sky when she first spied Dobie. The way he was sneaking up to the house she knew he had killed something. She dried her hands on her apron and tried to put down the suspicion that gnawed at the edge of her mind as she went to the door. During the past month Dobie had killed a cat, a pheasant, two rabbits and a...
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ancy Laughton sat on the blanket she had spread on the lawn in her front yard, knitting a pair of booties for the PTA bazaar. Occasionally she glanced at her son in the play pen, who was getting his daily dose of sunshine. He was gurgling happily, examining a ball, a cheese grater and a linen baby book, all with perfunctory interest. When she looked up again she noticed a man walking by—except he...
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